Steam Train

Even the Modest Must Serve

Chapters 9-16

9
Family Affairs

All morning in class my mind was not on the lessons for a number of reasons.

I could not sit down because of the pain from my caning earlier that morning. I was also terrified that Mr. Norris would order me to have more ten-stroke canings. They were, as I had found out earlier that day, totally unbearable. I would do anything to avoid having the cane administered so many times in one session, anything, absolutely anything.

I had to ask permission in all the morning classes to be allowed to stand up and that meant all my fellow classmates hearing of my humiliating treatment. In the first class of that morning I was that horrified of having to explain my punishment I tried to sit, only succeeding however in drawing added attention to my self when I yelled out in pain and stood straight back up failing miserably in my attempt at being able to take the weight of my body on my very sore behind.

In this first lesson Marcus was sitting next to me and to my added humiliation it was him not me that asked Mrs. Lawless for permission for me to stand, explaining in detail to her and the class why I had called out and thus was standing.

Slowly and subtly Marcus was beginning to dominate our relationship. I could sense this and he knew and desired it. I desired his friendship and love more and was prepared to accept this situation. What choice did I have really anyways, I was a slave he was a freeman. Slave's can't complain about these things they just have to accept them and make the best of the situation. I fumed inside and I think Marcus could see this reaction in me. Somewhere deep within his psyche, I think he enjoyed achieving this reaction in me it gave him a certain satisfaction. As nice as he was to me there were beginning to be times when he liked to be in a relationship as servant and master. My obvious dislike of Marcus's subtle domination of me didn't stop him however in slowly trying to set out on a course that could turn me into a personal servant to him, if I wasn't very careful.

Jack Strauchan was unfortunately in this class as well and I could see he was gloating over my discomfort and pain. Of all the students in the school he was the one who gave me the biggest problems. I tried, mostly successfully to avoid him but sometime it was impossible. He had his small cadre of friends who taking a lead from him made passing comments in class, in the grounds and especially in the corridors of the school about my slave status and how I should not be allowed to walk the same halls as them.

They never laid hands on me, they were too smart for that but I still found them very intimidating and Jack had on more than one occasion openly warned me my time would come, where the school would not be able to protect me and he would see me in my correct place as a slave to his master ship, just like his slaves at his home.

I remember feeling sorry for his slaves even though I had never met them.

Eventually I had to get my mind off my imminent doom with Mr. Norris, so I began thinking back over the last months and how totally my life had changed.

It was the simple freedoms I missed most. No longer was I free to listen to a cd or go for a walk. I was a prisoner in the grounds of Piney Hills School. In fact I couldn't even walk the grounds without permission. I had not been outside the school since I was indentured. I longed for a visit to the shops, to choose a dvd or video at the local store. I would even welcome a basic trip to the grocery store or any shopping centre, something I had hated in the past.

My thoughts turned to my brother Ed and how Mr. Norris had said, Ed was not settling in as well as I. He was ignoring the advice of Inspector Blackmoore and was not accepting his new position in life. To be fair to him he had it tougher than me in many ways. I had a close friendship with Marcus that was developing, whilst Ed had the support group of students that grew eventually to around fifty, none of these became close friends to him, he therefore lacked the support that Marcus brought to my life.

Ed's biggest problem was not the Headmaster who he was houseboy for, but Mr. Riley's youngest daughter Samantha. Things had not improved for Ed with Samantha as the weeks went on. She was totally demanding of his services and often irrational in her behaviour, finding fault often when nothing was warranted.

Being punished when Ed felt he had fulfilled his duties properly really added to his poor attitude and flowed across into the other duties he had to perform. He was punished repeatedly for his sullen attitude along with Samantha's constant referral of him to Mr. Lindrum for failure to perform satisfactorily.

Mr. Norris had warned Ed like he had me, about the mood of the parents at the school and his need to ensure that he gave those parents nothing to base their criticism upon. It had worried me that his constant punishment could lead to us being separated and even worse, us being made to leave the school.

I begged Ed to try harder and he promised me he would try. However he told me one night after he incurred another punishment from Samantha that I didn't realise how hard he was trying or how frustrating it was, as no matter how hard he tried she found fault with him.

"Maybe she likes you Ed?" I replied.

"Likes me HA!!!! some way to show it Tom, you've got no idea what your talking about."

"No listen, have you spoken to her about why she punishes you? Maybe she likes you and having you punished like that is her way of having you. Talk to her tomorrow about how you feel, ask her for permission to talk to her, maybe she will let you. I don't know what else to suggest to help you but it's worrying the hell out of me all this trouble you are getting into. It could be used by those parents that want to get rid of us. Tell that to Samantha, does she want you to go? Ask her this question and maybe she will see what her actions are doing or at least you'll know if she says 'good', that she really has got it in for you, then we will have to see if Mr. Norris can do something about it before it's too late."

Well for some one who had no idea what I was talking about, Ed listened and tried my idea the next day. I guess he decided he had nothing to loose. Samantha however was not receptive unfortunately and did not give Ed permission to ask her the vital questions.

He was fuming with anger when he came home later that afternoon and his attitude was noticed by Mr. Norris and Inspector Blackmoore who just happened to be visiting on her bi-monthly inspection of our progress.

Much questioning followed and Mrs. Blackmoore decided that Samantha's actions were vindictive and she asked Mr. Norris if she could speak to Mr. Riley. Mr. Norris too was upset for the same reasons I was as it was jeopardising our stay at the school and he told Mrs. Blackwood all about the problems, with certain parents at the school.

I don't know what went on in the meeting with Inspector Blackwood, Mr. Norris and Mr. Riley. Ed told me that at one stage he was called in to retell Mr. Riley all he had told Mr. Norris and Inspector Blackwood about his handling by Samantha and was sent to stand out in the hall to wait.

Later Mr. Riley left and bought first his wife then later Samantha back in with him. Ed said she scowered at him as she walked bye, head held tall, too proud to acknowledge the insignificant slave that she considered him. Ed told me that at that time he felt a certain satisfaction knowing that she was going to be grilled by Inspector Blackmoore about her behaviour towards him.

Ed gradually heard voices become louder and he could even out in the hall sense the tensions in the room rise. Finally he heard Samantha scream out "No you can't do this." Then again some time later, the door to Mr. Riley's study opened and Ed was called in by Mr. Norris. Ed told me he couldn't believe the scene that presented itself before him.

There stood Samantha naked and crying, a bright pink servant's collar affixed around her neck, the pink collar signifying that Samantha had been issued with a short term 'Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress' or newdd.

As an Inspector with the Federal Bureau of Servitude, Mrs. Blackwood had the power to issue on the spot infringement newdd's and always carried some pink newdd collars in her bag.

She had presented the argument that Samantha needed to learn that slaves had basic rights and had to be treated correctly. Mr. and Mrs. Riley after much thought had agreed. For the next two weeks Ed was informed, Samantha was to be a newdd Juvenile and assist Ed with his houseboy duties. As he was the senior servant she was to report to him and he was to inform Mr. Norris of any indiscressions for punishment.

When Ed and Mr. Norris arrived back at our house with the still naked Samantha, I like Ed was shocked and speechless. Ed tells me my jaw just dropped and I stood there for ages with a stunned look on my face. Samantha was totally humiliated having walked from the Headmasters residence to Mr. Norris's residence naked. Of course she was not really naked as she was wearing her newdd collar!

When I roused myself out of my shock, my eyes began to study her naked body, her smallish tits, her thick pubic bush, and her shapely body. I was definitely not gay, I knew from that moment, bi maybe but definitely not gay. My penis again betrayed my feelings at the time and tented my track pants.

When Mr. Norris asked Ed to train and prepare Samantha correctly for service, I was asked by Ed to do the shaving. If I was tented in my track pants before I started shaving off Samantha's pubic bush, somehow I managed to become even more erect. I could feel the pre cum leaking out of me as I shaved her bald gaining a close first hand inspection for the first time in my life of a female's most private anatomy. There really wasn't much else to shave as she kept her legs and armpits shaved.

Later Ed took her through the servant's rituals of stance and how to address a master. newdd's were not required to perform sexual favours which was a bit disappointing but I guess if they could be made to do this, then there was no way Mr. and Mrs. Riley would have allowed Samantha to be temporarily placed into servitude.

Mr. Norris was amazing. I had studied him closely during all of his inspections of Ed and I after we showered and I studied him again as he inspected Samantha for the first time naked that night after she had showered. He never showed the slightest sign of arousal. I was hopeless, mention anything slightly sexy or show even a bit of naked flesh and I was aroused. Not so with Mr. Norris. How he had trained himself to be so morally correct and business like I do not know.

After Samantha got over the humiliation and embarrassment of her naked inspections I think she realised quickly there was at least one advantage for her in being a servant and living in Mr. Norris's house in the spare room.

She got to witness Mr. Norris inspect both Ed and I nightly after our showers.

My modest nature showed again and I blushed profusely the first time I had to stand there naked and be inspected with Samantha observing my total lack of manhood. I saw her smirk as my small bald package was revealed to her for the first time and she saw the little sexually immature boy I still was.

I also saw a different look, a look of desire I thought, as she saw Ed naked. It was not the first time she had seen his penis and balls, having been present at some of the punishment sessions with Mr. Lindrum, but it was the first time she had seen him totally naked. It was a totally different look she kept for Ed.

I suspected from that first night she saw him standing there naked, that I had been correct when I told Ed that maybe her actions were partly because she liked my brother and wanted his attention.

Samantha suffered much during her two weeks in newdd servitude but not very much at the hands of Ed or I. We treated her as we would like to be treated but Mr. Norris and her father were proper but ruthless masters. Her body was maintained in a shaved state and she regularly received her just punishment for any poor performance by the hands of Mr. Lindrum just as we had.

Ed told me that the thing that really brought home to Samantha her changed status was having to serve her parents and older brother and sister at the dinner table, under Ed's supervision. Ed noticed that this duty even more so than school bought her to a realisation about the status of slaves, even temporary ones, in society.

By the time the two weeks were nearing completion she was a changed girl. Her friends all bar two had instantly dropped her at school; she soon learnt who her real friends were. In class she had to sit at the slaves desk. In some classes this meant sitting next to Ed who was in her grade. They soon built a bond based on their situation and when her time was over she continued to sit with Ed.

She saw how Marcus helped me and did the same for Ed even when her time was finished and she no longer had too. She even thanked Ed and me for not taking out vengeance upon her when we had the chance. This more than anything she said had bought her to the realisation of how wrong she had been to mistreat Ed the way she had.

Both Mr. Norris and Mr. Riley took Ed and I aside after her newdd servitude was completed and told us how pleased and proud of us they were with our attitude towards Samantha and the mature way we had handled ourselves during Samantha's period of servitude.

From this time on, Ed like me had that close friend, who would help him through those rough times and share those special moments that occur in a slaves life. The only compensation of my imminent visit to Mr. Norris's office was that my best and closest friend Marcus would be with me.

I though also about how my mother and my brother Jim were also on the scene during all these early times of our servitude.

After being forced into indentured servitude, even though the law saw it as voluntary servitude, my mind had been set totally against my mother. It would be fair to say that in the first week or so after our indenture, till the first time that we met up with mum, that I had developed a bitter hatred for her as I felt she had betrayed Ed and I.

Our servitude being voluntary and indentured meant that mum was entitled to a visit every month with us. To my surprise she always made the effort to keep that visitation right.

After a couple of visits it became clear that she held a mothers concern for us but no real love. She made the effort to be present on special occasions as well, like when Mr. Norris arranged a small family afternoon tea after school for my fifteenth birthday in July. I appreciated her efforts and over the months my attitude to her softened greatly. In her own strange way I realised, she was totally convinced she had done the right thing by us.

Mum had ensured through the terms of the indenture that we could only serve as domestic servants and she kept a strict check that these terms were being adhered too. She told Mr. Norris, in my presence on her first visit that she was glad the school had seen fit to purchase our sub indenture, as it was much more likely that the school would keep to the terms.

She arranged with Mr. Norris for Jim to have special visitation rights every Friday after school till six pm with Ed and I. Some times one or both of us were excused from duties for a couple of hours till six, so that we could do things with Jim. It was our only time of any real freedom, but we were restricted in where we could go or what we could do.

Jim was at school with us from our first day of return as slaves, but he was in the 8th and so did not mix during class with me in 9th or Ed in 11th.

At phs we moved into the new school year after the school returned from summer holidays in early September. Jim moved into 9th grade, Marcus and I into 10th grade and Ed into his senior year at school, the 12th grade. If he had not been indentured into servitude both Ed and I had wondered at the time if he would have been appointed a School Prefect, maybe even the ultimate honour 'Head Boy'!

Both Ed and I had brief meetings with Jim in the schoolyard in those early days, where he acted very much like the bulk of the students and looked down on our slave status. Early on this caused some real tensions between us three brothers. It was not till he started coming regularly on the Fridays that both Ed and I started to develop the close relationship we had enjoyed with Jim prior to our servitude.

Once we could spend time alone together on Fridays away from Jim's friends and other spying eyes, where there was no peer pressure for Jim to act in a certain way, he soon asked for our forgiveness and begged to be just a brother as before.

I have to confess Ed was more mature on this matter and soon forgave Jim. I was a bit slower but eventually I too couldn't deny our brotherly love and forgave Jim as well. Right from the beginning of our servitude, Mr. Norris encouraged the three of us brothers to behave towards each other as just that, brothers, not as free person and servant.

Once over our initial problems, Jim had lots of questions about our experiences as a slave and seemed fascinated with how we were treated. He did witness very occasionally both Ed and I get punished but I also remember Mr. Norris caning his hands three times for misbehaviour whilst staying with us one Friday afternoon.

There was real satisfaction to me, in seeing Jim caned. I know I should not be like that with anyone let alone my brother but the truth is, I had a deep down bitter resentment of Jim's free status and seeing him suffer punishment made that bitterness subside to some small extent.

To keep my mind engaged I thought also about how after a few months Mum had told us about a man she had become close friends with since our dad's enslavement.

I had met Mr. Walter Vanderbilt a couple of times at our house when dad had invited him over for dinner. He was a very successful and wealthy investor, who was widowed, with no children. Mum knew him well and she told Ed and I how he had comforted and guided her through the stressing times of the last few months.

Stressing times I though, try indentured enslavement if you want real stress!

Jim didn't like mum becoming close friends with Mr. Vanderbilt. She had spent minimal time with Jim as it was but now she spent even less time with him.

Mum had a new wealthy male companion; her social life was again on the move. This was the life she enjoyed and again she could afford to frequent the elite social circles that had disappeared when she lost the use of my father's money and influence.

Mum with the help of Mr. Vanderbilt's money decided after a while to have Jim boarding full time at phs. Maybe that was tough for him, but what the hell, it was nothing compared too what Ed and I had suffered and would continue to endure as indentured servants.

It might shock you, but I truthfully didn't care all that much what mum did with Jim or at all with Mr. Vanderbilt. It did not impact on the lives of Ed and I now that we were indentured and I remember thinking at the time that in many ways we were better off than Jim, who had been shoved out of the way, now having to live the life of a boarder at school.

Jim on the other hand didn't seem to mind the boarding school. He told me that life with mum was very lonely now that Ed and I were not around. Boarding gave him a wider group of friends and things to do and as well we were both now close by if he got lonely. However he also soon learnt that if he came over any other day except Fridays he would be expected to help us in our houseboy duties. Guess what? He mostly only came over on Fridays.

I remembered how on one occasion when Ed and I were having our short monthly meeting with Mum, Ed asked if she had heard anything about Dad. Ed told Mum about meeting up with him at the auction house after he and we had been sold. She seemed concerned when Ed told her about how Dad looked at that time.

However Mum told Ed and I that because Dad was sentenced to more than ten years of servitude the rules were very different than applied to Ed or I.

There was no way she was allowed to make contact with Dad. The authorities kept his location and owner, confidential information. It was part of the punishment process for long-term and life slaves, that they had lost their former life. They were to suffer the complete separation of their new lives as opposed to their past life. Therefore Mum told us she knew nothing about Dad and was not allowed to try to find out, as there were heavy penalties that could be imposed if she did try.

I asked what the rules were about visitation to those born into servitude. Mum told me that as far as she knew they were the same as the rules that applied to Ed and I.

I though back over how I had promised that one day I would try to buy Raymond if at all possible and I was desperate to find out where he was and how he was. I had only just turned 15, and I knew that then was not the right time to raise that topic with mum. She would just not have been interested. I resigned myself to having to wait till I was older and maybe there would be some opportunity to find out more about Raymond and his brother Peter as well as my two other half brothers. I felt a moral obligation towards them. Ed kept telling me I was stupid and to worry about Jim first.

Well I did worry about Jim to some extent but as a boarder he was probably better off and happier than he had been since Ed and I had been indentured. I was nowhere so sure about Raymond, Peter and my other two half brothers, Dean and Alex. But if the opportunity ever arose in the future I promised myself again, that I would try to help them out as much as I could.

My mind wandering thoughts were broken off at this point as the bell to signal recess rang out. I immediately became aware again of the gut retching nervous feeling that was consuming me.

It was time!

10
The Greatest Gift

"Stand over there boys, I will let him know you are here," she replied.

When she came back she instructed us to go straight down the corridor to his office.

This walk was far worse than the one I took when I first arrived at the school as an indentured servant.

Marcus knocked weakly on Mr. Norris's offices door and he called out almost immediately "Enter."

"Close the door behind you please, Thomas," Mr. Norris instructed as we entered. I did as I was ordered then stood next to Marcus in front of his desk.

Unbearable silence followed and when Marcus eventually started to say something, Mr. Norris cut him off with a sharp toned rebuke of "Silence."

More unbearable silence as we both squirmed in discomfort before Mr. Norris our Deputy Headmaster. He had had plenty of practise at putting students through this procedure and was a master in its application.

Eventually he looked up at us and establishing eye contact, spoke "Do either of you deny that what I witnessed was not a homosexual act?"

I was about to try and make an excuse, knowing deep down that it would be useless, especially for a slave as excuses were never allowed or listened too, when Marcus replied "Of course it was a homosexual act, Mr. Norris, both Tom and I are bisexual, I love him and besides it was my right as a free citizen to use a slave for sexual fulfilment."

"Fucking hell," my mind called out silently, "what are you saying Marcus, shut up."

I could feel the blood rushing from my face; I must have looked very pale. I teetered on the brink of a faint and Mr. Norris noticed because he came rushing around his desk and quickly grabbed me before I collapsed and guided me to a chair. Marcus seeing what was happening also came to my aid.

I soon regained my composure but I was in fear of Mr. Norris's reaction to Marcus's bisexual love comment. Why had he told him the absolute truth, was he mad?

Somehow my near faint had broken the tenseness and when Mr. Norris was satisfied that I was alright, he turned back to Marcus and said, "Bisexual and in love are you? How at your age could you possibly be aware of what you truly are, let alone state to my face so confidently that you are bisexual AND in love?"

He went on "I don't care wether you are bisexual, homosexual or heterosexual, nothing SEXUAL is to take place between anyone of your ages and especially not in my house, do you understand me?"

Jumping in before Marcus could get me in even deeper shit, I replied "Sir, yes sir."

To my continuing horror however Marcus went back on the attack. "I understand what you are saying sir, but it ignores the facts sir, we love each other sir, it's like sticking your head in the sand sir and hoping it will go away sir."

My mind couldn't even swear to itself this time, I was totally speechless in mind and mouth. I know that all I was capable of was dropping my mouth wide open in amasement at Marcus's comments.

When my mind began to take in fully what had just been said I thought 'Oh God Marcus, you don't talk to the Deputy Headmaster like that!' Not a good move at all, as the anger signals were building in Mr. Norris's face.

Mr. Norris, I could see, fought with himself to maintain composure. To assist in regaining his composure, he sat casually on the edge of his desk and took a deep breath, then to my total surprise as I was expecting all hell to break loose, he made a very candid and honest remark, a remark of complete openness to Marcus.

"I admire your honesty Marcus. That shows a great strength in you. I don't think there is one other pupil in this whole school who would have been as game or as honest with me as you were just then."

He went on, "Ok, let me put to you both, the brutal truth in this matter, after your honesty Marcus, I think you both deserve it given to you this way."

"If anyone of the parents, especially those that want Thomas and his brother removed from the school, find out that you have been having any sort of sexual activity together Thomas will be gone. I will not be able to protect him anymore and he may suffer a soul-destroying time in servitude for the next fourteen and a half years. You love him do you Marcus?…………… Well if you truly do love him then the last thing you will want for Thomas is to see him sold off to some new Master who may use him for his sexual satisfaction as well as his domestic servitude. Do you really want that Marcus?…………… Do you?…………… Well I don't!…………… You are totally forbidden to do anything with Thomas that will jeopardise his stay here, do you understand,……………………… DO YOU UNDERSTAND MARCUS !!!!"

Again the deathly silence swept across the room.

Marcus had tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks, I could hear him trying to suppress a sob.

Without giving myself time to think, I got out of the chair and moved over to Mr. Norris who was standing in front of his desk, having stood back up whilst addressing Marcus and I hugged him tightly and said, "Thank you sir for caring for me." I continued to stand there hugging him whilst in my mind I now knew that unlike my mother here was an adult who truly cared for me, loved me in a special kind of way and wanted to protect me. I felt Mr. Norris tense and begin to push me away but he stopped and I heard the sound of a suppressed sob from him as well and felt him lift his own hand and rub his eyes behind his glasses.

We stood there hugging for a short while when I felt Marcus join in the hug and heard him burst out into full crying. Between the sobs, he cried out "Mr. Norris, I do love Tom and I would do anything to protect him and that love."

After composing himself and our group hugging ending Marcus went on, "Tom, if that means I have to abstain from loving you to protect you, of course I will do it Tom."

Facing Mr. Norris he went on, "I am so sorry I have offended you, Mr. Norris. I know your beliefs find my actions wrong but it was love Mr. Norris, something wonderful and beautiful not sordid or horrible. I mean no disrespect to god, I just can't live without that type of love and Thomas has had a life almost totally lacking in love and responded to my feelings. Please understand that Mr. Norris, please!! please!!! I don't want to be punished for something so special and beautiful that I will cherish for the rest of my life, something that I am prepared to give up, to protect the person I love. That is by far a greater punishment than anything else you can administer to us both. Please, please, please…… Mr. Norris?"

I was now the one bawling my eyes out. No one had expressed his love for me like that before. Marcus loved me, Mr. Norris in a different way loved me. I was overwhelmed by love. I looked at Mr. Norris and he too had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I am a sentimental old fool," Mr. Norris said noticing me looking at him. "I should order you both thrashed for your behaviour. I don't approve of it, but put the way you have stated your feelings this morning Marcus I understand how you feel. When Jesus said, «Love thy neighbour, he didn't mean it like this, but still I believe love is the greatest gift of God.»

Go on, get out of here before I shed any more tears and if one word of this session gets out, that thrashing I promised will be swift and painful," he said with a smile and a wink of the eye. "You two could completely ruin my stern reputation amongst the students, quickly now go, but remember I never want anything sexual to happen again whilst Thomas is a servant at this school."

With that Marcus and I gave each other a quick hug then walked out of Mr. Norris's office closing his door so he had time to recover before anyone saw him.

I am sure that with our red eyes everyone in the Administration building thought that we had received a severe punishment from Mr. Norris and we had, but not of the kind that they all thought had occurred.

That very evening after Marcus and I had seen Mr. Norris in his office, I was standing naked before Mr. Norris for my usual inspection after showering when he raised again a comment Marcus had made during our session with him at recess.

Mr. Norris said, "This morning Marcus said 'it was his right as a free citizen to use you as a servant for sexual fulfilment,' do you agree with Marcus on this?"

I immediately thought he was softening his stance on Marcus and I never having a sexual relationship whilst I was a servant at the school, so I replied, "Yes I suppose I do, we were told and trained specifically before we were sold so that we could perform this duty if required."

"Mmmm you really think that do you?" Mr. Norris asked.

"Sir, yes sir," I replied.

"Ok then lets put this to the test," Mr. Norris stated. "You are to remain naked tonight and shall share my bed with me as your master tonight, you shall service me sexually as you have been trained."

I was shocked and I don't think I managed to hide my shock, but then I thought, 'This is a test, he won't do this I am sure, he's not like this, go along with it and maybe Marcus will be allowed back.'

"Master, yes master," I replied.

I stayed naked in the lounge room whilst Ed showered and presented himself for inspection. When Ed asked why I had not dressed and was just standing there by Mr. Norris's chair, he too was shocked by the answer. I could sense he wanted to say something to Mr. Norris about this, but knowing his place as a servant he bit his tongue, however I am sure Mr. Norris got the feeling of utter disgust that Ed felt about what he was making me do.

Mr. Norris sent Ed to bed for his sullen and disrespectful attitude and told him to be careful, as Mr. Lindrum would be calling first thing in the morning.

He then turned to me and said, "I'm impressed Thomas, you are turning into an excellent servant. You were going to go to bed with me as I had ordered, weren't you?"

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Well I don't want it Thomas, it was only a test on my part to see how obedient you really are as a servant," Mr. Norris replied.

I silently breathed a sigh of relief, I was right about his request. My opinion of Mr. Norris just not being the sort of guy who would use any servant for his sexual gratification was reinforced and this got me thinking, "Sir, may I ask you something private?"

"Ask Thomas, I will soon tell you if it is inappropriate," Mr. Norris replied.

"Sir how do you manage to control your sexual desires like you do? I can't even see a bit of bare flesh and I get an erection, you inspect us and Samantha too when she was here, totally naked, you could if you wished have Ed and I sexually service you, yet you choose not to and show no sign of being sexually aroused. How do you do it sir?"

"That is almost inappropriate to ask, but I will answer it honestly, Thomas, as it is a good lesson for you to learn. I was once like you Thomas, a teenager with a rampant sex drive. I choose to follow a Christian life style and have prayed long and hard about sexual temptations. I still get them, Thomas, I am human, but I can control those urges and channel that sexual energy into my work and life. Sex can be all consuming like tobacco, alcohol, drugs or the Internet. You have to learn as you grow in life how to deal with all these things. I have I guess to some extent succeeded, Thomas."

I just had to raise his ruling on Marcus and I and I saw a faint glimmer of opportunity here so I said, "Tell you the truth sir, I thought you were testing me out when you asked me to go to bed with you. That's why I was so willing; I thought you might have been going to soften your stance on Marcus and I never having a sexual relationship. I would do anything, anything, including giving you your deepest desires, just to have that opportunity with Marcus occasionally in the privacy of this house, where no one would know except you."

"GET TO BED NOW!!!!" he sternly answered.

"Sir, what did I say, please sir I did not mean to offend? You and Marcus are the most special people in my life I don't want to hurt or offend either of you, please tell me what I did or said?"

"Giving me my deepest desires? How could you presume to know my deepest desires, you're a boy, I am a man, I don't have any sexual perversions, I lead my life to a Christian ideal, and you have offended me greatly by offering me your body as a bribe to get your so called boyfriend in my house and having sex. That's why I am upset at you. You're a servant; don't presume to know anything about me. GO TO BED NOW!"

Mr. Lindrum was there the next morning to administer two strokes of the cane to me and one to Ed, to punish me for my rudeness and Ed for his sullen behaviour.

It was so hard after that. I wanted Marcus and he wanted me but we both new the risk was too high. We maintained our friendship but over the next months it became obvious that our sexual desires, now ignited for each other were driving us slowly to taking that risk. It was either break Mr. Norris's rules or see less of each other.

Marcus was so strong in his character, he began dominating our relationship, but I was happy for this to happen. It was what attracted me to him. I didn't know he had made an appointment to see Mr. Norris at school. When he dragged me along unexpectantly, one lunchtime to a meeting, I was as nervous on that short walk to his office as I had been the last time.

Again like our recess meeting he told Mr. Norris the truth. That our desires could not be quelled, though we had tried very hard he said. He told him either we would have to cease seeing each other all together and that for me, that would be very bad. He could get other friends and even find sexual partners here at school he openly told Mr. Norris. I however I would be forced into a life of total solitude with no close friends or love. At least if a normal master had bought me, I would have learned to serve that master and feel fulfilled mentally, physically and sexually. The alternative was to allow us some quite time alone in my room where no one would know anything.

True to his honest approach to life Marcus went on and told Mr. Norris, did he really want me and Marcus sneaking off to some toilet cubicle to have a quick sexual release because we had no means of quenching our love and desire?

My mind was again racing. After my poor attempt at gaining a similar result the night after our recess meeting I felt this was a very risky approach. I was sure Mr. Norris would consider that ending our friendship was in my best interest. The fact that I would have no close friend as a servant, well who would care certainly not Mr. Norris he believed I was sure in that famous saying 'You can't be friends with a servant'.

Mr. Norris replied to Marcus as I had expected. "Marcus you know my beliefs in this matter, how can you stand there and ask me to allow you and my servant to use my house as a brothel for some sexual perversion?"

"I can sir because you love Thomas, I can see and feel that sir. You may pretend to hide it by referring to him as a servant and not as a person but I know deep down you want the best for Thomas and if that means turning a blind eye to some aspects of your moral beliefs then that is what I am asking of you sir. Thomas has had his life shattered; you and Mr. Riley have helped pick up those shattered pieces. A servant's life is very frustrating, you can sense that sir. You can't do anything you want to do, only what your owner commands. Thomas no longer has any of the pleasures that all the other teenagers at this school enjoy, nor can he be seen to have those little luxuries and pleasures as it could jeopardise Ed's and Tom's continuing existence here. Some occasional time alone in the privacy of his bedroom will at least give him something to look forward too amongst the hard routine and drudge of a servants life. You yourself have told me that Thomas is an above average servant, give him this reward please sir, please don't force us apart!"

It was a heart felt plea and I was again a bit teary-eyed standing before Mr. Norris. Marcus would have to go into politics I was sure. He spoke so well for a year ten student.

Mr. Norris was silent.

Marcus was silent.

I was silent.

You could hear the breathing in the room and in the background the noise of the students in the playground during lunchtime.

Mr. Norris took off his glasses and sucked on the end of the ear frame. He looked at Marcus and with a sigh said, "You're welcome to continue to come over one Sunday a month Marcus. If when your there and Thomas has spare time from his duties because you have helped him save time, then if you choose too, you can close Thomas's bedroom door and I won't disturb you for an hour, but no longer. I will knock if I need you before the hour is up and certainly I will knock if you haven't emerged once an hour has passed. I don't want to know what you do and nothing about what you do is to leave that room. It is your responsibility to get Ed's agreement to this secrecy as well. I have never approved this and know nothing about it, if you are ever caught out, don't turn to me, do you understand boys?"

"SIR, YES SIR," we replied with huge grins on our faces and before Mr. Norris could protect himself we were both jumping up and down with excitement, whilst hugging him tightly again.

11
What Is Love?

"Sure Thomas, what's up?"

Taking a liberty I usually wouldn't, I sat on the armrest of his chair and said, "Sir I need to thank you."

With a slight smirk on his face he replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, remember!"

"I know sir," and seeing the funny side in the way he was playing this, I giggled slightly. Well once I started giggling that was it, Mr. Norris began tickling my waist and being very ticklish I was soon collapsed over his lap begging for mercy. Finally my torture over Mr. Norris said, "Thomas you're a great kid, I don't know in my own mind if I have made the right choice in this, but I can see that for you right now it is certainly the right choice."

I was lying across his lap and it was sort of the natural thing to do even with all my modesty. I reached up and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, "Thank you." He blushed profusely but then slowly and with great hesitation as I suspect he was battling a terrible fight in his mind about what he felt at that moment, he took hold of me and cuddled me.

The warmth of that cuddle was so new to me. This was not the love that I felt for Raymond or for Marcus. For the first time in my life I was experiencing the love of a parent for a son. I couldn't help it, I broke down again, completely overwhelmed. The tears flowed and the emotions cascaded over me and I soaked them all up. I felt for the first time that true servant feeling for my master. I would do anything to please him. He was my duty, my total reason for existence.

Nearly all textbooks on training servants or slaves as they crudely call them in some parts of the world state that you have to be cruel to be kind. That a servant has to learn that there is no alternative to unquestioning obedience.

All thought of rebellion or thoughts of freedom have to be extracted from any new servant. Obedience and total loyalty to his Master has to be the servant's only mantra.

Well from my personal experience this is wrong. Mr. Norris proved to me that love only tinged with the harshness of swift and painful punishment can achieve the same result. I had to have respect for him at all times but he always reciprocated that respect. As a servant I was not just an item, I was still a human being.

The look on Ed's face when he came out of the bathroom for his inspection to find me cuddled up contentedly on Mr. Norris's lap was priceless. He stood there speechless not knowing what to say or do.

Mr. Norris broke the spell, beckoning him over to us and saying "Now I can't have favourites can I, are you too big and mature to want a hug too?"

Obviously Ed was not because he didn't even pause to think about the question, a huge smile broke out across his face and sitting naked on the other arm of the chair he put his arms around both Mr. Norris and me.

We stayed like that for a long time, saying almost nothing just soaking in the experience. I closed my eyes after a while and dosed nearly off to sleep and was carried to my bed by Mr. Norris with the assistance of Ed. I heard Ed say to Mr. Norris through my slumber "That was nice sir, thank you, and thank you for what you are doing for Tom and Marcus."

This time Mr. Norris was the one who did the kissing, giving Ed a quick kiss and saying in a very loving tone of voice "Ed, off to bed now too, goodnight," then he bent over me and kissed me and said, "Sleep well Thomas."

From that night on Ed and my own relationship with Mr. Norris was changed. Occasionally our punishment was swift and painful when we stuffed up, but we accepted this as showing how much he cared for us. I did extra things around the house, trying to find anything that would please my master. In fact I suspect I went a little overboard in those first few weeks and must have been a pain in the arse sometimes for Mr. Norris with my over enthusiasm.

Every night after our house work was finished and Ed and I had showered and been inspected we would now make Mr. Norris sit on the three seater lounge, him in the middle and us to each side. We would talk about school, the news and read. I discovered with the help of Mr. Norris the world of JRR Tolkien and found that with Tolkien like so many others, both Ed and Mr. Norris were great fans.

Occasionally we persuaded Mr. Norris to listen to music. It may not have been my choice of music, but any music in my life was better than the drought that had occurred since I was forced into servitude. I cuddled into Mr. Norris as we listened and even Ed, though he was now nearly 17 did the same. It was at these times that I was almost glad my life had gone this way. The boredom and lack of freedom that the rest of the day brought to my life made my longing for this special time of the day so much more intense.

The wait till the first Sunday that Marcus was over after Mr. Norris gave his secret permission for the hour alone in my room was agonising. I longed to be able to feel Marcus's bare skin against mine. I hoped for a passionate romantic relationship.

When the day finally arrived Marcus and I feverously did all my servants duties and waited with bated breath till Mr. Norris inspected our work. He found fault with only a few items and we soon had those fixed and I asked rather nervously for permission to go to my room with Marcus to have an hour's recreation time.

Permission was granted and I saw the smile on Mr. Norris's face and on Marcus's as they noticed the bulge in my pants tent out to embarrassing proportions. When I looked over at Marcus he, thank heavens, was suffering a similar fate so I didn't feel so bad.

Marcus walked into my room first and I quickly followed closing the door and deliberately not looking back at Mr. Norris. I stood there in front of the closed door and looked at Marcus. He was wearing a black tee shirt, blue jeans and joggers. He looked so sexy I felt compared to me in school sports uniform.

"Well servant," Marcus said, "Don't just stand there boy, undress," he commanded but with a huge smile. I willingly obeyed, as I was so excited about what we were about to do with my Masters tacit approval. I sensed though that under the humour Marcus liked ordering me about and equally enjoyed the power over me that his position as a freeperson gave him in our relationship.

I quickly disrobed and stood there naked before him, I blushed slightly but I was so nervous with sexual anticipation I didn't care. I was rock hard and Marcus was staring at my genitals.

"Wow you have grown in the last month I reckon Tom. Your balls are beginning to hang and I'm sure your dick is longer too."

What does one say to such a personal intimate compliment?

Being a fifteen-year-old teenager who likes most guys that age was a master of the English language I replied with a very expressive grunt.

When Marcus came very close and began a thorough inspection of my pubic area I blushed some more, this is not how I had thought our first moments would go. Where were the passionate hugs and kisses?

Instead Marcus informed me "Yes for sure Tom, you're beginning to grow your first pubic hairs."

This made me look down and with my hand guided by Marcus he showed me the three small black hairs that had emerged from the soft peach fuzz that topped my penis.

"Kool," said Marcus, "I get to be the first to shave you, go get Ed's shaver, shaving cream and a towel from the bathroom quickly."

I baulked and pleaded "No please Marcus, leave them there please, I have waited so long for this to happen, please leave them until Mr. Norris tells me to remove them."

His smile disappeared and he just looked straight into my eyes and said, "I beg your pardon servant, what did I say for you to do, now do it."

I went to speak again but was cut off by Marcus saying in a very firm voice "Now!"

I went to put my shorts back on before going to the bathroom but even here Marcus tried to boss me. "No need to put those back on, servants have no need for modesty," he told me.

I said, "It's not my modesty I am worried about it's Mr. Norris's you know he said he didn't want to know what goes on in here, well don't you think if I emerge naked from this room that I will compromise that request?

I didn't give Marcus the chance to reply, I was pissed off at him, I grabbed my shorts slipped them on and went and got Ed's shaver from the bathroom.

When I came back in Marcus made me strip off again then informed me that after he had shaved me, he was going to punish me for my insolent unservant like attitude.

"What," I blurted out.

"You heard me now stop this back chatting and take your position ready for shaving."

I pleaded one last time, no I begged for my first pubic hairs to be spared but it took Marcus all of two seconds after he lathered me up to remove my first three pubic hairs and the surrounding peach fuzz with Ed's razor.

When he had finished towelling me down I asked him, "Marcus, this is so not like you, why are you going to punish me, we are friends, and I thought we were lovers, why? why? Marcus?"

Ignoring me Marcus said, "Take your position Tom," he just stood there looking at me. I didn't move there was no way he could treat me like this, in this room we were equals.

"Why are you doing this to me Marcus, I thought you and I were special, I thought you wanted to make love with me," I pleaded.

"You are special to me Tom, I want you so much, I want all of you Tom, your body and your mind, and I want you when we are alone in here each month as my servant, my unquestioning personal sex servant. I want to feel the power of a freeman over a servant Tom, it turns me on so much and now I can in this room have it. If you truly love me Tom you will do this for me. Love me as your one and only master, give yourself to me Tom."

'Shit,' I thought. 'Now what do I say. I don't like being dominated like this, but Marcus wants me to act this out as his servant. What did I want?'

I decided quickly that I wanted Marcus. He was my only close friend. I would do almost anything to keep his friendship, but I decided that first I would try to see if I couldn't change or modify his desires towards me.

"Marcus I don't like this master/servant thing with you and me, it scares me," I said.

He changed instantly from the dominating master character and became again the Marcus I knew. "I am sorry if I scared you Tom," Marcus replied. "All I am asking of you is that in our time together you let me be a master. We can't afford to have servants at home and as you know most of the kids here at school do have them. Please just for an hour a month, be my servant Tom, service me like you have been trained and allow me the honour of being your Master. Be a good servant Tom." He leaned over to me stroked my cheeks then kissed me on the lips.

I shouldn't have agreed, but that kiss, his plea, I felt sorry for him. I was a fool, he had his freedom I was a servant but at the time I overlooked the obvious and agreed, within the hour I had learnt a new lesson in life one I hadn't though about till this day. Who really was the master and who was the servant.

"Thank you Tom, you're the greatest," Marcus said again kissing me passionately. I melted into submission.

"Now, take your position Tom," Marcus said.

When I didn't move instantly, he slapped my face before I could protect myself, I was not expecting it. Tears welled in my eyes and I heard him order me again to take my position. When I again failed to move he slapped me again, this time harder, telling me that I had better learn quick who was master and who was the servant in our relationship, but he said it with a smile.

My mind was spinning. What was happening here I didn't understand. I was expecting tender loving sex, instead Marcus was acting more like I would have expected from Jack Strauchan, yet he was doing it with no malice, for him this was a form of enjoyment. I had felt the tensions about dominance building between Marcus and myself; I mistakenly thought that it was nothing that I couldn't handle. I now was seeing another side of Marcus that I never knew existed. He wanted to dominate me; I could see it, in his face in his body posture in his eyes and in his tone of voice, but he wanted to dominate me with love.

"Now take your position," Marcus again ordered "Please……."

This time I did as I was ordered instantly.

"Good servant," Marcus replied and rewarded my actions with another kiss.

Marcus then went over to the wall above our study desks took down the cane that was permanently displayed they're as a reminder to Ed and I as to the consequences of any poor service and ordered me to bend over.

I was shitting myself; I am not a very brave person.

He caned me with two not very hard strokes. However, the tears still began to flow, my penis erected fully again and I hated him momentarily. Then he played his psychological game with me again, he gently raised me up and wiping away the tears with his fingers, he began feeling my naked body.

Oh the sheer pleasure of his hands feeling my chest, my nipples my arse and my genitals. I cried out "Oh Marcus I'm cumming, oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I couldn't hold it in and before I knew what was happening I was shooting the biggest load of cum I had ever to that time ejaculated.

"Wow, shit man you've really got some juice in you now," he commented

Talk about mixed emotions, I hated him, I loved him, I was proud, and I was embarrassed, all at once.

Allowing me little time to recover he ordered me to service him and I did so immediately. I pulled his tee shirt over his head, undid his jeans and slipped them and his joggers off him. I grabbed the rim of his blue check boxers and exposed his manhood. He was totally erect and I placed my mouth over his engorged penis, feeling his pubic bush rubbing against my cheeks. It only took a minute or two of me sucking and massaging his penis head in my mouth before he shot a huge load of cum. Like I did in my initial training I gagged at first but I wanted Marcus inside me, I wanted to taste his manhood. I swallowed what I could.

He tasted so good.

I pushed him back onto my bed and taking a position between his legs I kept sucking him whilst fondling the soft skin behind his ball sack. His penis was obviously very tender after his ejaculation but I kept it in my mouth and I kept sucking. He frantically tried to remove it but I bit down with my teeth, not too hard but hard enough to force him to stop struggling. He was overcome with ecstasy. He moaned and groaned so loud there was no way Mr. Norris could not have heard him, but now it didn't matter, we had permission.

As I stroked the smooth skin behind his ball sack he began quickly to erect again and as I kept sucking the head of his penis he tried to force my mouth away from his now super sensitive penis. He began begging, "Oh please Tom, please stop, please, please."

I thought to myself, 'who's master now Marcus' and chuckled to myself.

He kept trying to force me off his penis with his hands and there was no way I was not going to finish the job that I had started, regardless of his pleading, so I quickly turned to my side, opened my chest of draws and grabbed my school tie that I wear with my winter uniform. Before Marcus knew what I was doing I grabbed his hands and tied them with the tie behind his back. In that brief moment before He realised what I was doing I had the opportunity to wrap the tie around both wrists then as he began to struggle as he realised what I had done he was too late. He was panting heavily trying to recover from the extreme sexual stimulation I had just inflicted on him and had trouble even getting his words out.

"Tom what are you doing, I'm the master you can't do this," he said.

"Oh yes I can Master, you asked me to service you and that I am going too do like no one has been serviced before in their life, I am going to be of total service to you master," I smiled and winked as I spoke.

I resumed my slow sexual arousal of him, within three minutes he was fully aroused and begging me to let him cum again. I was in no mood to be quick; I wanted him to suffer, just as I had suffered in a different way earlier. I was now in total control and he was my sexual toy. I too was totally erected, that erect it felt like I was going to split the skin on my penis, and I had never felt so hard. After keeping Marcus on the edge of ejaculation for over fifteen minutes, I noticed the razor and shaving cream sitting on the top of the chest of draws and a wicked idea entered my head.

Marcus was tied up and couldn't protect himself so I went over to my study desk, got my pair of scissors and came back and sat on his legs.

"What are you doing Tom?" Marcus asked.

"Oh when I suck you these hairs of your get up my nose and in my mouth, I think they need trimming back,… Right back," I snickered

"No Tom don't."

"Why not Marcus I am shaved."

"Exactly Tom you're a slave, I am not."

Well that was it, after that comment his fate was sealed. I grabbed the scissors and went to work trimming his pubic bush of thick black hairs back to short stubble.

All the time I was trimming away he was begging me to stop and pleading eventually saying over and over as tears swelled in his eyes, "Oh my pubes, my pubes, my precious pubes… Noooo… please… oh my pubes…."

The trimming eventually completed I warned him again to stop fidgeting as I could do him some permanent damage, then I lathered him up and with Ed's shaver removed all signs of his manhood. When I had finished and towelled him down his smooth white skin was such a turn on for me I ejaculated just looking at him, not a hand touching my body, it was an amassing feeling.

I went back to sucking his penis and his now very smooth ball sack. It didn't take long before Marcus was moaning and groaning again and begging me to finish him off. Again I paused, ran my fingers over his smooth pubes and watched as his penis throbbed with absolute ecstasy and desire.

Marcus begged me, pleaded with me, promised to do all my chores; he swore to do anything if I would just put him out of his misery. I grabbed his smooth shaft and gave it long slow jerks. The head of his penis went a turgid purple and it throbbed in my hand. I gave it six or seven sharp swift jerks and he yelled out in absolute ecstasy as he shot again, not as much as the first time but still a sizeable amount of cum onto his stomach. I stoped after this and untied his hands and then looked over at Marcus. He was a lather of sweat and looked anything but the master in control. I had reduced him to a helpless exhausted boy, slumped panting and breathless on my bed.

Who really was master and who was slave?

I went to him and took hold of him. We held each other tight, then sank back onto my bed where we stayed till we were jolted back to the real world by Mr. Norris banging on my bedroom door, calling out "five minutes boys."

That day set the pattern for Marcus's visits from then on. In public Marcus was the best, most caring loving friend a guy could have. Behind my bedroom door once a month we had hot steamy passionate sex but within the four walls for that hour Marcus was also Master. I did as I was told, as any good slave would have and by the end of the hour Marcus was that exhausted and sexually fulfilled he was in no state to be anyone's master.

Early on Mr. Norris asked after the first few monthly visits if everything was ok with Marcus and me in our bedroom. I suspect he knew what Marcus was doing to me and what I was doing to him, but when I showed no great signs of distress he stoped asking, however I remember his last comment to me about this was for me to remember that he and Mr. Riley were my masters and no one else, and I could always talk to him about anything if it was troubling me.

I now knew this was true. I had developed a special love for Mr. Norris greater than I had for either of my parents. He was my master and I was his servant and I was proud and privileged to be so lucky as to be able to serve him.

How strange is life, six months ago I was devastated and depressed at being forced into servitude. Now there were times that I didn't want my life to change at all. Some nights as I lay in bed I cried not from the fear or depression of having being enslaved, but for fear that my life could not stay just as it was, with Marcus, Ed and Mr. Norris.

12
Two Is Always Better than One

"Accept you are servants… don't look back on the past it will only embitter you, look forward and serve your masters with 100% effort and you will find your servitude rewarding. Remember it is a Masters duty to discipline and maintain order in their households and it is a servant's duty to serve, it is right and just that as a servant, you need hard work, regular hours, discipline, direction, supervision and lawful punishment if you step out of line. In fact at the end of their time many servants volunteer again to serve, because they feel so fulfilled in serving under these conditions."

"I have seldom seen slaves, especially youths like yourselves achieve this mantra as well as you two have in such a short time," she told both Mr. Norris and the two of us. "If the school approves, I am going to nominate you for appraisal in the annual 'State Servants Performance Review'. I believe you have a good chance in winning the 'Youth Category' Thomas and you also Edward in the 'Young Adult' Category," Inspector Blackmoore said.

That was about as much as Ed and I were told about the 'State Servants Performance Review', as servants we were not allowed to ask questions and could only speak when directed to do so. I could see the look of frustration on Ed's face and I am sure I had a similar look as we were sent to our rooms so Mr. Norris and Inspector Blackmoore could discuss details ready for submission to the Headmaster.

Once we were in our room with the door shut Ed let out his frustration.

"Shit it would be good if someone would ask me just once what I thought about something. I hate this aspect of being a servant. You have absolutely no rights, whatever others decide for you, that's it. It sucks!"

"I know man it shits me too. I really like Mr. Norris and would do anything to be a good servant to him, but the rest of this servant crap really sucks as you said. We haven't been out of the school grounds since we were indentured, I don't know about you Ed but I am so looking at the entrance gates with ever increasing longing."

"Yeah Tom I know what you mean. Maybe this Servant Performance thingy will get us out of here a bit if we do well."

"Cool idea Ed," I replied, "I sure could do with something other than my servants duties in my life."

"You should complain," said Ed, "You've got Marcus and an hour a month of pleasure at least. I've had no sex for the last eight months. It's driving me to distraction Tom. I was used to having Raymond and sometimes even Peter available when I wanted them. Now nothing. All I can do is wank off in bed at night once you are asleep."

I giggled at this last statement.

"What's so funny," Ed asked.

"Nothing,… sorry," I replied sheepishly.

He reached across grabbed me and began torture tickling me. I was soon begging for mercy and promising to tell him.

"Ok… ok… I give in. I haven't been asleep a lot of the nights Ed ," and I giggled again. Ed blushed bright red.

"Hey don't worry, I do it too, mostly in the shower. Why don't you do it there too," I asked.

He blushed again and said, "I do it there too Tom, I'm just so horney these days without Raymond and Peter that I need to relieve myself more than once most days.

"You did it with Peter too?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah I did Tom, with both Raymond and occasionally with Peter. They were our servants and dad said it was ok. Didn't you know?"

"Well not till Raymond told me just before we were placed into servitude, but he only told me about you and him, I didn't know Peter had been with you. He was a bit young wasn't he?" I asked.

"Well yeah maybe, he was about Jim's age I think but dad was keen for him to have experience and he was fun to be with I have to confess. I was to get Raymond at eighteen as my body servant and Peter was to take over from Raymond to service both you and Jim. I think Peter was planned to be your body servant when you turned eighteen," said Ed.

"Wow, I didn't know that for sure though I sort of thought that that might have been the plan," I replied.

Ed went on "Not being able to get any sex now is really getting to me Tom, I see you go into this room with Marcus these last few months and I'm really starting to get jealous. I know you asked my permission and I was so happy for you Tom and gave it willingly, but now to tell you the truth I am starting to regret it."

This conversation had begun to take on a much deeper meaning and significance than how it had started out. I could feel that Ed was relieved he had gotten his feelings out. They had obviously been brewing from the first month that Marcus and I had our time alone. I have to confess to not really considering how Ed would feel knowing I was getting my sexual relief with Marcus. Now he had pointed out the obvious to me, I was wondering how I could have been so callous.

I had Marcus and Ed had Samantha Riley as our closest friends at school. Samantha however was totally out of bounds for Ed. She was the headmaster's daughter and if Ed were caught having anything more than a platonic relationship with her we both would swiftly be sent packing to new masters. Ed had told me that he felt she was willing to go further with him, but that he had told her straight that though he dearly wished for it, he would never jeopardise our servants position at the school. He had to think of me not just himself, and he had also told her that even thinking just about himself and ignoring me, that he still didn't want to run the risk of being sent to a new master.

"What are you going to do Ed?" I asked.

"Dunno Tom, I don't want to spoil your fun but I don't think I can stand it knowing your getting sex and I ain't."

"Could we talk this through with Marcus first Ed before things get worse for you. Please don't mention this to Mr. Norris until we can talk it through. Promise me that please, Ed," I pleaded.

"Of course I won't Tom, I will talk to Marcus at school before I do anything, but please lets talk this through before he visits again in December."

So we did.

Marcus saw this as a great opportunity, being the optimist he is.

His solution was simple, in December when he calls, if Ed is finished his duties he could join us. I was nowhere so sure. In fact I know I was embarrassed. My brother watching Marcus and I make love, me having to watch Marcus make love to Ed and besides the thought of Ed and Marcus making love made me extremely jealous. I mentioned the first problem to them. They just passed it off saying they thought by now I would be over my modesty but they both assured me that after the first thirty seconds I would find my modesty conquered. I kept making excuses and even tried saying that I was worried that Mr. Norris would not allow it and might even stop the rights Marcus and I had at the moment.

Marcus saw straight through my excuses.

"Your jealous Tom," he said. Hey Ed your brother here is jealous because I am willing to give you relief too. I think he want all of me," then he laughed.

I was hurt, Marcus was mine I didn't want to share him, least of all with my brother. What if he liked Ed's more mature body and big dick, much more than mine?

Whilst I was still thinking things through Marcus said to Ed "Still think I am a fag Ed? Who wants it now hey?"

Ed blushed then admitted to Marcus that he liked guys as well as girls and that prior to being placed into servitude he had regularly had sex with some of our family servants.

Marcus's only reaction was "Cool, you'll be real experienced then, that will be great."

I wasn't happy and they both could see it. They tried to comfort me but I rejected their advances. Even that night in bed I was less than forgiving until Ed attacked me with yet another terror tickle and I ended up in his arms holding him tight confessing to him that it was not him I was angry at it was life. I told him straight that Marcus was mine first, ok I would share him but I expected Ed to back off if he felt he and Marcus were getting into any sort of deeper relationship like I shared with Marcus.

The second last week of school on the Thursday afternoon, Mr. Riley came into my second last period class, introduced some government officials to the class, then brought me up to the front of the room to take a servants position in front of them. This bought a few snickers from some of the more immature or bigoted class members. I heard Jack Strauchan's laugh amongst them.

The class was informed that the officials, two men and one woman were here as an inspection team for the State Servants Performance Review Competition.

Funny as soon as I heard who and why they were here my nerves went on edge.

They watch me in my last two classes then followed me through all my domestic servitude chores that afternoon and even into the night. They stayed and had dinner with Mr. Riley and Mr. Norris and Ed and I served table at Mr. Riley's especially for the occasion.

When I first went home at the end of my class they followed me right into my bedroom and watched as I changed out of my school uniform into the sports uniform I wore whilst on duty. It took all my training not to say something as the three of them watched me strip to my undies and then to my utter humiliation one of the men stepped up to me and ordered me to strip.

On reflex from training I did it instantly but I could feel my face blushing from my modesty as my genitals came into view. Would they mark me down for blushing?

The man didn't seem to notice my embarrassment and began feeling my balls. I could feel his fingers separate and jiggle my balls as if weighing them. I gasped as he squeezed slightly. I mean it's a guys most precious and sensitive area. You don't normally allow anyone unless you really trust him or her to feel you there. He made some notes on a clipboard, and then told me to dress and go about my duties as normal. Ed suffered the same treatment when he arrived from class a few minutes later. Through the afternoon the three officials split up and alternated between Ed working at Mr. Riley's and me working at Mr. Norris's.

After dinner was complete and Ed and I had assisted the cook to wash all the dishes and put the plates away we were dispatched home whilst Mr. Norris and Mr. Riley had port with the officials in his study. Just as we were leaving a question was asked by the lady official about us returning home alone. Mr. Riley replied that we had never tried to run away and that we were trusted totally.

I was unable to hear any more as we walked out of earshot.

The last weekend before school finished was the Sunday for Marcus's visit. When all the work was complete and Mr. Norris said it was ok for us to go to my room, Marcus calmly invited Ed to accompany me in as well. We all looked at Mr. Norris who had a questioning look on his face and Marcus said before Mr. Norris could say anything, "I know you don't want to know why I have asked Ed in as well, Mr. Norris, so just trust me that this is for the better."

That was it.

Mr. Norris said nothing and Ed came in with me. We both complimented Marcus on the way he did it. I said again he should think about politics, he had a sneaky way of getting what he wanted, by taking the more unusual approach.

I was so nervous this time. I mean my brother was here in the room. He would see everything I did with Marcus; I would see everything Marcus did with Ed. I was not into this group thing at all.

As usual Marcus took the lead and ordered both Ed and I to strip. Now Ed was shocked at this order, I wasn't because I now knew our little game. Marcus would start off the master and I would end up being master. We had done it that way a few times now.

"Sorry," Ed said

"You heard me servant,…… strip."

I looked over to Ed and said, "Hey it's ok trust me, you'll find it tough to start with but by the end of the hour it will all ok."

So I stripped along with Ed.

Ed had a raging boner, his nine months of celibacy showing. I was only semi erect my nerves and modesty taking it's toll.

Ed stood there looking slightly embarrassed. I guess in his past sexual encounters with Raymond and Peter he had been the master, now the tables had been reversed. I was full of consternation. I wanted to be Marcus's lover and desperately did not want Ed to take my place, yet I was also wishing at the same time that Marcus would choose to do things with Ed first, so that he didn't have to watch me having sex with Marcus, my modesty showing through again.

When Marcus ordered Ed to undress him, I felt I knew the answer. Ed was his new toy I was loosing out.

The look on Ed face when he placed his fingers over the rim of Marcus's briefs and pulled them down to reveal his shaved pubes with one months stubble growth was worth watching.

"Fuck man you shave yourself like a servant," Ed exclaimed.

"No it wasn't my idea Ed, ask your brother," Marcus replied.

They both looked at me and in my modesty I blushed as usual. "Ummmm well…… ummmmm it's like I sort of shave him each session we have Ed. It's a real turn on for me," I said as I could feel my face blushing further red if that was possible.

"Way to go bro," Ed replied.

I just smiled.

When Marcus went over to remove the cane off the wall, Ed again looked at me for guidance. It took some real reassurance from me to convince him to suffer the punishment. I didn't want to spoil his excitement and tell him what was to come but I had to tell him he would not be hurt too much and that later on he would be able to get satisfaction.

I have to confess that after Ed's punishment as Marcus and Ed got to work relieving their sexual tensions I was at once jealous and embarrassed. I found myself involuntarily turning away, but that seemed ridiculous standing as I was right next to them as they lay on Ed's bed, so eventually I sat on my bed and watched. The truth is that they both were right; I soon got over my modesty. As Ed and Marcus got into the jerking off and sucking of each other I was having a full erection. When Ed came first and moaned at the top of his voice I couldn't help it. I grabbed my penis and with only six to ten strokes I too was shooting off, the cum spreading over my stomach.

My noises attracted the attention of both Ed and Marcus and they smiled at me then went back to their business till Marcus too shot his load into Ed's mouth. Ed looked so happy it was hard to hold my jealousy towards him, but it was obvious that Marcus liked Ed's dick size and his way superior cum production compared to mine.

After a while Marcus regained his composure and looked over to me still sitting on my bed. "Ok Tom your turn now, Ed here has lots of juice to share, give him a blowjob."

"What… No way Marcus he's my brother, I can't I just can't."

"Sure you can Tom, his dicks the same as anyone else's. You're a servant; servants don't worry about such things.

But I couldn't, could I. I mean he's my brother you just don't do it with your brother do you. Well Ed didn't seem to have the same inhibitions, whilst I was still protesting about the situation he grabbed me, and went down on my penis. Oh man the feeling of a mouth around the glands of your penis is unbearable, it doesn't matter if it is your brother, friend, a fifty-year-old or a teenager, girlfriend or who ever, the feelings just take over.

I weakly protested, "No Ed don't, please don't," but you could tell I was enjoying the sensations. Soon I was moaning out load and within a few minutes I shot my second much reduced load of the session. I was really in turmoil in my mind. My own brother had just sucked me off and I had enjoyed it, now he wanted me to return the favour. I felt dirty and guilty but I did it, some primeval force within me craved the sexual pleasure that the opportunity provided and I was soon down on his penis, a penis of my own flesh and blood and enjoying every second of it. I was thinking as I brought Ed to his climax that really Ed was no different to me sucking off Raymond. Ed was a full brother, Raymond was a half-brother, was there really much difference? No there was not I rationalised.

As I had promised Ed by the end of the hour Marcus was the one begging for mercy and Ed and I took great pleasure in shaving off his pubic stubble so that he was a pristinely shaved bald boy again.

When we emerged from the bedroom at the end of the hour, it would have been impossible for Mr. Norris not to notice that Ed was a very happy guy. I was still happy as Ed and Marcus had not excluded me from enjoying Marcus and Marcus had not shown any favouritism between Ed and myself. Marcus too had a very satisfied look on his face.

Two is always better than one I suppose!

13
Holidays from Hell

This was however almost the only joy that the Christmas break was to bring. This Christmas was not shaping up as the special occasion I had looked forward too in all the previous years of my life when I had been free. Christmas is a family time but this Christmas was very different. I had lost my dad, and my mum had become even more distant. The only plus was that I now had Mr. Norris and Marcus.

We did get a break on Christmas day. Let me tell you unlike previous years where money was not an issue and presents for Christmas were plentiful, I discovered that slaves didn't get anything in the way of presents at Christmas. Mr. Norris however tried his hardest to make Christmas at least bearable. We had special privileges like a Christmas dinner. This was something that was within his power and authority to organise and bestow upon us without causing major concerns amongst those in the school parent community that were looking for any excuse to have us removed

In fact all the servants were allowed a special Christmas dinner meal in the school hall cooked by the servant cooks who also joined us in the celebration. We were all encouraged by Mr. Lindrum to sing Christmas carols and after a while I got into the spirit, forgot my modesty about my singing voice, yep that's right I am modest about that too and had a pretty good time!

I missed my family at this special family time of the year. Mr. Norris was now more of a family to me than mum, but I wondered where dad was and what he was doing that Christmas day. Jim was away living with mum for the holidays and we only saw him once during the whole break.

That visit was organised by Mr. Norris to occur on Christmas afternoon. Mum, Jim and Walter Vanderbilt came to visit us. Mr. Norris left us alone in his lounge room for over an hour. It was a nice time. Mr. Vanderbilt sat quietly to the side of the lounge for most of that hour. He was polite to us but you could sense that he was forcing himself to be so respectful to a couple of slaves. He also freely admitted that he didn't relate well to children or teenagers.

Mum filled us in on the wider family news, what our one and only aunty, uncle and my two cousins were doing. But I think she picked up the vibes that all this talk about free citizen's pursuits was not helping our mental outlook and spent most of the time after that asking about all our boring activities as a slave.

At the end of the hour Mr. Norris brought in some afternoon tea and whilst Mum, Mr. Vanderbilt and Mr. Norris had tea and biscuits Ed and I had a chance to talk to Jim alone. We learnt that mum and Mr. Vanderbilt were getting on very familiar terms. He said that they were sharing the same bedroom. I though of dad again at this time and I admit I had a short surge of anxiety and anger that mum could do this to him, but just as soon I realised he was a slave for life, that there was no way a court sentenced life term slave could be freed, so mum was no longer legally married and she had to live. I sort of understood how she felt.

Ed whispered also to Jim about how he was now allowed in with Marcus and I once a month and how that had lead to him and I having lots of fun. I blushed profusely and hoped mum and Mr. Norris did not notice or hear. Ed even told Jim we would try to include him when school returned if at all possible. To my amazement Jim thought that was a great idea!

Why was I the only one in the family that was so modest?

That was our family Christmas get together. All too soon the hour was over and we had said good-bye to mum, Jim and Mr. Vanderbilt.

I talked long into that night with Mr. Norris about my dad. He was a good listener and let me get some of my frustrations out. I told him how I hoped to eventually track down my half brothers.

He didn't ridicule my dreams, instead he just said, "Tom we all should have dreams and ambitions in our life. You keep those dreams and nourish them. You never know what is possible unless you try."

Life continued in it's monotonous routine after we returned from Christmas break the rhythm broken only by the visits of Marcus and the respite of Spring break. All too soon it was May and the long summer break was upon us.

No sooner had school ended then Marcus had gone overseas to visit his relatives in Brazil then his mother in Los Angeles, he was not due back till the very end of the holidays and if this separation was not bad enough, Mr. Riley the Headmaster had informed both Ed and I that, as we would not be attending class, we would have lots of spare time and spare time was not good for slaves, so we were ordered to work during what would have been class hours with the servant grounds staff. Before and after class hours we were still expected to perform our usual houseboy duties.

My very first day of so called holidays was one of my most miserable since I had entered servitude, though I was soon to learn the whole of the summer holidays were to be my holidays from hell.

Mr. Norris took Ed and me over to the schools servant's quarters and to Mr. Lindrum's office. Within ten minutes we were out in the grounds in the burning summer sun digging a new drain ditch behind the gymnasium with a team of servants. Neither Ed nor I was used to such hard physical work, and after fifteen minutes I was pausing to rest.

Never do that as a slave. The senior slave of the team 'Tombs', was empowered by Mr. Lindrum to administer punishment to the other servants in the team if they were not performing to expectations. Tombs proved to be severe in his use of the cane. As soon as I showed any slacking off, I was whacked. I soon noticed that the other slaves who were used to the hard labour thought it great fun to see, as they put it, 'these two uppity privileged servants' finally reduced to the level of a hard working menial slave, with no special privileges.

I was to learn that there had been many murmurs amongst the schools slaves that Ed and I were receiving special pampered treatment. They were very peeved at this and it was causing some unrest. I guess in some ways they were correct. Now they got their revenge.

The law might have stated that ten strokes of the cane was the legal limit per day but I soon learnt that there was no regular monitoring of this and if you knew what you were doing with a cane you could get away with a lot more than what the law stated. The law certainly didn't seem to phase Tombs. I lost count of the flicks of the cane that stung my backside through my shorts. He was careful to make sure he only flicked me on my backside, which was protected by my shorts and left no lasting impression.

When he really wanted to hurt he ordered me to drop my shorts and undies in front of the other servants so that my backside was unprotected. He never did this more than ten times a day though. He soon learnt that this greatly embarrassed me and he used this over the next weeks as a special punishment. He never failed to make comment to the other servants about the small size of my dick.

Ed was treated in a similar manner, feeling the cane on his backside also with numerous propensities.

By the end of the first day I was so exhausted and fed up with all the canings that I wanted to report Tomb's actions to Mr. Norris.

Ed was adamant that I was not to do so. He said it would cause no end of unrest and we would be blamed for it. The chances were the school would be forced to choose between the two of us or all the other servants and he felt that they would certainly have to choose in favour of their other servants and get rid of us. They might crack down on the schools other servants for their poor attitude but in the end we would go, as we would be seen as the unsettling influence.

Being so exhausted by the end of that day from my field labours, I was almost incapable of doing my house duties. Ed was the same. He actually asked Mr. Norris could we please be excused for that day only from our duties and be allowed to shower and go to bed early.

A servant's life I was finding out again was a cruel existence. Mr. Norris said, "No."

"I'm sorry boys but if Ed in particular does not go and do his houseboy duties tonight it will be noticed by the other slaves. I think you boys have already found out that you are not exactly the flavour of the month with the other school slaves. Because of that I can't let you off from your usual duties I am really sorry," Mr. Norris said

"Boys have a shower quickly to ease your muscles but then you will have to find the strength to get your duties done," he said.

Mr. Norris looked very concerned for us and was obviously thrashing many issues about this in his head; however he made us get on with our duties once we had showered.

That night's duties were the hardest I had ever done. I was totally exhausted. The shower had helped but after a few hours I was out on my feet. When Ed walked back in after finishing his duties he didn't look any better.

I already had begun loving Mr. Norris in a special way before this night, but tonight I was to find a new dimension to that love. That night and many after it through those holidays from hell he made us both sit at the dinner table which I had set previously and went out to the kitchen and served us both our dinner, something I usually did. I burst out crying when he walked in that first night holding our two plates. I was emotionally drained from the day and this was just too emotionally overwhelming. Looking across the table at Ed he smiled at me but he too was swallowing hard just keeping his own reactions in check.

My summer holidays from hell continued like this through too the second last week of the holidays. We had worked hard doing many hard physical jobs around the school and certainly our tanned and firm bodies showed the results of those many weeks of hard labour. Both Ed and I were much fitter for the experience and our stoic resolve to get our job done had finally won many of the servants grudgingly around. We both proved to most of them that we had guts and that we could take our punishment like men. We never complained about our treatment.

If Mr. Riley or Mr. Norris knew how often we were punished they did not let on. I suspect like most things they knew. It was however the way of the world to treat servants like that. The law relating to the punishment of servants I was quickly to learn was often treated with a fair amount of latitude provided there were no obvious signs of abuse. A bit like most people break the speed limit most times they drive a car but don't consider that a crime and often get very indignant when they do occasionally get caught and fined as if they were saying 'what have I done wrong?'.

During mum's monthly visit she did question Mr. Norris about our use during the summer holidays in the grounds as labourers. He calmly told her of the trouble that had been simmering within the servants of the school and told her it was important that they all saw that we were not being given a privileged position. Mum is not stupid and soon saw that our continued presence at the school rested on no trouble between her two sons and the remainder of the servants. I had hoped mum might have been my way out of the hell I was in, but no, she agreed it was the best course for the school and us and was confident that Mr. Norris and Mr. Riley would ensure that we were not abused in carrying out our labours.

Jim was awe struck about how well both Ed and I had filled out during the weeks since the holidays had begun. Jim was still taller than me and stockier but I was now more muscular. For the first time in a few years I actually thought the better for myself about my body.

With two weeks to go, my holidays from hell took a surprise turn which at first looked like a good opportunity but turned into just another chapter in my summer holiday of hellish experiences.

When we were being assessed for the 'State Servants Performance Review' the Inspectors had noted that our training at phs had not fulfilled all the requirements of the Juvenile Servant Training Act. We were therefore required to attend a special two-week intensive training course at the nearby Bountiful Servant Training College.

My initial reaction was 'Thank you lord' for saving me from the labours of the school work gang. I was also going to be leaving the school for the first time since I was placed into servitude. That was something I had been craving for, for months. I was really anticipating going to the college to refine my servant's skills and thus be an even better servant to Mr. Norris.

That Monday morning Ed and I waited outside the main steps to the school, along with Mr. Norris dressed in our phs sports uniform. We had packed only one change of clothes in a small sports bag that we had brought along with us. After a short wait a white bus with almost no windows came up the drive and stopped in front of us. A grey uniformed Tallahatchie County Servitude Guard alighted with a clipboard, acknowledged Mr. Norris then yelled out "Edward and Thomas Carter."

"Sir, yes sir," we replied in unison."

"Strip."

We stood there stunned.

"I said strip," and his hand reached for his stun gun on his hip.

"Officer please," Mr. Norris interjected. "I have had them pack a change of clothes and all, why are you asking them to strip."

"Servants have no need of modesty especially young servants and besides in a lot of the training they are going to undergo, clothes will be a hindrance. If they need clothing they will be issued with appropriate clothing at that time. You had better place their clothing, sir, in those two bags and take them back with you till we return in two weeks with your well trained slaves."

We both saw the look of resignation and of anger on Mr. Norris's face and I think we both decided that it would be better for all concerned if we stripped as ordered. It didn't take long till we were both standing naked in front of the officer. Funny, standing there naked I no longer tried to cover my modesty. I realised I was now acting like any trained slave. I was loosing my free citizen mentality very quickly.

The guard had Mr. Norris sign for our collection and then we were pushed up the steps into the bus. Behind the driver there was one, two seater seats on both sides of the bus backed by a solid metal wall with a wire mesh door blocking the way into the bowels of the bus.

A second guard was standing in front of one of those seats and she opened the mesh door and pushed Ed and I through into the remainder of the bus which had no windows and was half full of naked teenagers of both sexes.

There was no effort to segregate the sexes. We were marched down to about half way where the bus had filled up to. Our hands were handcuffed over our heads and to a metal rail that hung from the ceiling. The guards left us and closed and locked the door at the front then sat down in the two seats and told the driver who I now noticed wore a term criminal's servant's collar to move off. The air in the bus at the height of the summer was putrid. There was only ventilation through vents in the ceiling. The body odour made me wrench. I could hear the sounds of sobbing from further down the bus but it was too dark too see much further down the bus into the darkness that engulfed the very back section of the bus.

Opposite me there was a guy about twelve or thirteen I guess, just standing there looking shocked out of his existence. There was quite a pretty girl with lovely tits and an awesome shaved slit just behind this boy. I smiled and she smiled back and we both blushed. Pity the light was so dim I thought but then as I started to erect I changed my mind and was glad my embarrassment was somewhat hidden in the gloom.

Ed and I began to talk to me but the others soon hushed us, real fear in their voices. The guards had already it appears, left their marks on a few of the servants before our stop for speaking. We kept quite.

I couldn't see very much on our trip to the training college, the only view being through the wire mesh door at the front. My desire to get outside the gates of the college and see the outside world again had turned into nothing. We stopped another six or seven times picked up individuals or groups of servants and continued on our way. By the time we arrived and were herded out of the bus my body felt like it had been in a sauna. I stunk, I could smell myself.

The use of the cane was plentiful as we were processed into the college. Any slight movement or flinch and you were thrashed. My fear levels were increasing every second. I wanted the safety of Mr. Norris and the school.

We were placed into class groups and taken to a communal showering area where we were at least allowed to wash ourselves clean. Ed was not in my group all of whom appeared to be around my age. When dry and still naked it was straight into our first class.

We were taken to a room full of ironing boards. A lady instructor immediately began showing us how to iron a shirt, then we were set to work ironing shirt after shirt. If it was not perfectly ironed, that is with not a crease mark showing, you were caned. I was caned a lot. When I complained that ten was the maximum allowed. The instructor whom I had already noticed spoke very coarsely replied "Shut up and speak only when spoken too slave, that outburst will earn you a demerit point, besides Mr. smart-arse, we have a special exemption certificate from the fucking courts for this facility. We will determine what is allowed and what is not allowed here at this college."

I was taken back out the front of the classroom and showed again and again how to iron a shirt. I really tried hard and I did get a lot better but by the end of the session I was marked down as unsatisfactory and was told that that result would earn extra demerit punishment at the end of the day. Sewing practise was next. I was hopeless here too and ended with the same unsatisfactory result. Cooking I passed my first course but only just and washing, cleaning and servant behaviour I passed easily.

I particularly enjoyed Servant Behaviour. When I was first placed into servitude my modesty would have prevented me from being totally involved in the sexual aspects of this course. Now after many months of servitude my sexual desires and longings had overtaken my modesty. My class was all fourteen and fifteen-year-old guys. We were prevented by law from fucking or being fucked but we were still shown all sorts of techniques that would please our masters if they wished to fuck us or they wanted us to fuck them. We even got to see Ed's class of sixteen and seventeen-year-old guys present practical sessions for us. I could see that Ed and most of the guys in his class were very embarrassed by all this public scrutiny of their sexual activities. It was good to watch though.

We even had practical sessions on oral sex with our classmates and with some of the female classes. I always looked forward to the Servant Behaviour classes and was greatly disappointed when the day's class was on nonsexual topics like servant stance positions or ways of addressing masters and other free citizens.

The first night after dinner all of the servants who had an unsatisfactory rating in any course were called to the front of the assembled students and informed that we were to be caned five times for every unsatisfactory course and two times for each demerit point earned. For me that meant twelve strokes of the cane. Five for each of the two courses I had unsatisfactory ratings in and two for the added demerit point I had earned by speaking out of turn in ironing. I nearly died when I saw the muscled officer who was to administer the cane to us.

One by one we were tied to a special punishment frame in the front of the room and our bare backs and buttocks were unmercifully thrashed with the most ferocious strokes I had ever seen. Our tormentor took a few steps back and actually stepped in to administer every stroke with the cane. One slash of the cane had every slave yelling for mercy. By ten they were almost beyond consciousness. The only slave to receive more than ten strokes before me was incapable of standing when he was released. He collapsed to the floor and some servants were ordered to take him to the clinic for treatment.

I was shitting myself as I was called up to the frame. The first stroke, which lashed my bare back, was the worst pain I had ever experienced. I yelled out, on the third stroke I lost control of my bladder, a fate which a few before me had also suffered but none on or before the third stroke. Oh the sheer pain, followed by more pain and then more pain as my tormentor trashed the living daylights out of me. I don't recall when it ended. Some time around the tenth stroke I passed out and I can remember water being thrown over me and the stinging sensation on my back as the water ran down my skin, but I can't remember the end. I can only remember the nurse in the clinic rubbing some type of soothing balm on my bleeding back and buttocks.

I was given little sympathy by the other slaves in my group as we bunked down that night. They were all too scared of what might befall them to worry too much about me. I had to lie on my stomach and after a while the nurse appeared gave me a tablet which she said would help me sleep and went on her ways. It must have worked for after a while I drifted off to sleep. I rolled over in the night and awoke everyone with an almighty yell of pain. Even the guard on duty came to check out what was happening.

Never did I want such a punishment again. I passed all my classes the second day. Ironing only just, but I did. I don't think I could have survived such a caning again. The effects of the first nights canings had their effect on all of the slave students, as there was only one unsatisfactory caning the second night. It was one of the girls who had received ten strokes the night before; this time she received another ten strokes and like me she was carried out to the clinic after her punishment was inflicted.

What a fortnight in hell the college proved to be. Sure I learnt to iron, wash, sew, clean, cook and behave totally like a slave with great proficiency. But I also learnt absolute hate for most of the guards and some of the instructors.

There were some like Mrs. Pennyweather in sewing that showed real compassion and tried to assist me to reach a satisfactory level when she saw that I was struggling. A lot though had been corrupted by the attitude that permeated that facility. I never met the Superintendent but I hated him or her. The leader of any establishment sets the tone and others follow, they had set a bad tone here, as far I was concerned.

After these two weeks at the college all I could think of was wait till I could tell Mr. Norris and particularly Inspector Blackmoore when next I saw them.

How could Inspector Blackmoore be a part of such a brutal regime? She was firm but always humane. This college was just brutal, did she know?

The day of graduation we were all handed our certificates and I received distinctions in servant behaviour, cooking and cleaning, a credit in washing and a pass in ironing and sewing.

When the bus dropped me back off at phs, Mr. Norris was there to greet me. I stepped off naked and putrid just like my trip to the college. Mr. Norris admonished the officer for treating Ed and I and the other slaves so.

His only reply was that as a free citizen he was entitled to his opinion, but that there was little sympathy in the world for emancipists. Discipline he said was the only sure way of producing docile service focused slaves. Slaves were no different to animals he blatantly stated. You soon learn he said to treat them just the same.

With that and before Mr. Norris could say anything in reply the guard shoved a clipboard in front of Mr. Norris who signed and wrote an additional note he told us later, to the effect that he was not satisfied that we were humanly treated.

The shower at home never felt so good and that night at our inspections Mr. Norris noticed the scaring on Ed's and particularly on my back and bottoms.

With his voice nearly breaking he said, "I am so sorry boys, come here."

Very carefully he hugged our naked bodies for a very long time repeating over and over, "I am so sorry, so sorry, this is just so wrong, I am so sorry."

Ed said, "It's ok Mr. Norris, its nor your fault it's the fault of the laws that control servitude."

I was not at that point in time worried who's fault it was all I wanted was to be loved again so I said to Mr. Norris, "I love you Mr. Norris," and left it at that, my horror holidays from hell were finally over.

14
Revenge Is Sweet

Soon after school resumed Inspector Blackmoore made her regular visit. There were long discussions in private between her and Mr. Norris, which I imagined were all about our treatment at the Training College. Like always as a slave I was not told about these discussions and can only guess what was discussed.

All I know is that at the end of the visit Inspector Blackmoore took Ed and I aside and said to us "Boys just remember there are many good people in the world, don't judge us all by the behaviour of a few. There are some things as an Inspector of the Federal Bureau of Servitude that I can change, there are some things I can influence and there are some things I have to accept even if I don't agree with them. I promise you this, if I can influence anything that will make a slave's training at that college a bit more humane I will try. That is all I can do, remember what I told you when we first met, don't look back on the past it will only embitter you, look forward and serve your masters with 100% effort and you will find your servitude rewarding. It is a Masters duty to discipline and maintain order in their households and it is a servant's duty to serve, it is right and just that as a servant, you need hard work, regular hours, discipline, direction, supervision and lawful punishment if you step out of line. Now some officers may take that discipline too far but never let those people break you because there are lots of people in the world like Mr. Norris and myself who do care for and about you."

We both thanked her. From the look on her face and in her eyes I think she like Mr. Norris was a bit sorry for us. Yes I know a slave is not supposed to look a free citizen in the eyes but at that time and place it was natural and right to do. Inspector Blackmoore never complained.

Inspector Blackmoore also brought the results that Ed and I had achieved in the State Servants Performance Review.

My poor performance in Ironing and Sewing had stopped me from achieving a 'Highly Commended' but I was awarded a 'Commended' certificate. The truth is I was jealous of Ed as I considered I did a better job than him, yet he achieved a 'Distinction,' the highest possible grade. My mind raced with unhappy thoughts for some time after that. Silly I know but I truthfully took my service to Mr. Norris very seriously and I considered Ed had nowhere near the same commitment to Mr. Riley or Mr. Norris that I had. How could the Inspectors have gotten it so wrong!!!!

What a change eighteen months had bought in my life. March, the anniversary of my indenturement had long come and gone. I had found great contentment in serving Mr. Norris. I tried my hardest to do the very best job for him. I will even admit that the skills I learned or refined at the Servant Training College helped me improve my service levels. He in return acknowledged my efforts with love. I had become that attached to him that the thought of separation from him would have been unbearable. I had with great difficulty survived the loss of my father to life servitude. I didn't want this aspect of my life with Mr. Norris to change.

Marcus resumed coming over to Mr. Norris's at least once a month and Mr. Norris allowed our times in the bedroom alone to continue. After Christmas Jim had often joined us and Mr. Norris though concerned, again allowed us our hour of relief with all four of us now in the room. I discovered that Jim was certainly much more developed that I was. At fourteen he had a sizable pubic bush, a light happy trail and ample pit hairs. His legs were beginning to show a covering of hair and his penis was already over five inches [12½cm] and thickening nicely. His balls were hanging deep with a light coating of hair. I of course didn't know exactly how much pubic hair I now had but from the stubble Ed shaved off every few days I could tell I had in the last months grown a nice bush myself. My balls like Jim's were now hanging fully and although I was never to grow a really well endowered penis, it's a normal five-inch boner, and I felt ok about my body now.

Things didn't change that much at school. A few more students came to accept that as an indentured slave I was still a human being and not some sort of hybrid animal but the bulk just choose to ignore me.

Jack Strauchan was one of the few to show real vindictive ness towards me. However even he was very careful not to go too far. After the success of the punishment on Samantha Riley, Inspector Blackmoore had been successful with the co-operation of the school in introducing newdd deterrence into the school.

This involved students who had recorded major behaviour violations being placed into short-term newdd servitude, just like Samantha had been.

After a few very humiliated and embarrassed students had temporarily swelled the slave students ranks at school. Behaviour violations took on a whole new meaning and fell rapidly in number.

Parents were mortified if their precious sons or daughters were suddenly reduced to slave status and the punishment was almost always double barrelled for the unfortunate infringing child. They got it as a slave and they got it from home for causing such embarrassment and humiliation to their family. Most of the families attending phs were very status conscious. A slave even if was just a temporary newdd was something to be hidden and be ashamed of.

There is somewhere deep within my psyche a small mean streak, just like the one I had discovered in Marcus. It came out in me in relation to Jack Strauchan.

I hated him!

As much as I tried to avoid him or if I couldn't avoid him then ignore him a ball of anger was swelling up inside me. Ed had a similar opinion of Jack as I did. The fact that Ed was now in 12th grade and Jack was in year 10 meant nothing to Jack. Ed was a slave just like I was and he had utter contempt for slaves.

He boasted freely within our earshot on numerous occasions about how he had treated his own fourteen-year-old personal slave and the house servants at his parent's estate.

One night in our bedroom Ed and I decided we needed revenge. Jack's attitude had gone on for too long. Things came to a head after I had had a particularly bad experience of bullying and verbal abuse by Jack which of course he had again on this occasion been careful to do only when no one but his three cronies that he used for moral support were around.

If we could only get him to confess his illegal fucking of his under age private slave in public where an adult in responsibility could hear, then revenge could be sweet.

For the rest of that week I stalked Jack as much as I could without getting myself into trouble, however we could never seem to get Jack and a senior teacher in the same location to be able to pull off our trap. Then on the next Monday the opportunity presented itself between second and third periods.

Ed and I stood guard on a corridor corner so we could see both Jack as he stood talking to his friends and a couple of girls and as it turned out Mr. Riley and the Head Boy who were coming down the adjoining corridor.

I took off from Ed's side and deliberately bumped into Jack, making sure he had his back turned to the direction Mr. Riley would approach from once he turned the corner.

My actions had the desired result, Jack let out a tirade of abuse towards me and for the first time ever I answered him back.

"Yeah fuck head and what are you going to do to me, I said I was sorry ok, you can't fuck me like you do your own personal slave."

I had to time this comment just right so that Mr. Riley did not hear me and ensure the reply, which I was hoping would be incriminating, would be heard by Mr. Riley.

Jack replied, "Carter you're a fucking slave, you speak when your spoken too, I'll report you for this, you wait and see, and be very careful Carter, you think you're protected by Riley and Norris but when you least expect it, you could end up as my fuck servant, and just like my own servant I wont care if you are under sixteen or not I will have you begging me to stop fucking you, I'll teach you some slave manners and who is a slave and who is a true master, not a wimp like Riley or Norris."

Behind Jack's back Mr. Riley cleared his throat and as Jack turned and saw Mr. Riley and the Head Boy standing there he went as white with fear as I have ever seen anyone.

Mr. Riley turned to the head Boy and asked, "You heard all that John?"

"Yes sir I did," he replied.

"Good," said Mr. Riley. "Strauchan go wait outside my office immediately. The rest of you to class now, I will call you all in later to hear your side of this unsavoury incident.

We were all later grilled very heavily by Mr. Riley and Mr. Norris, however I did not brake from my story that I had accidentally bumped into Jack and had apologised but that he had got abusive. I even apologised for breaking my servants training by answering back.

Mr. Lindrum gave me five strokes of the cane for that outburst to a free citizen and it really, really hurt. It was the worst punishment I had suffered since the summer holidays but I took it stoically as the rewards for my actions were I hoped, going to be worth it if Jack got into big trouble.

The seriousness of the sexual intercourse confessions that Mr. Riley and the Head Boy had heard meant that Jack's actions should have been reported to the Federal Bureau of Servitude Inspectors, however long discussions followed in Mr. Riley's office between Mr. and Mrs. Strauchan and the result was a compromise.

The Strauchan's were powerful people with much influence but even they could not have done anything to save Jack if the fbs had been called in and medically examined Jack's personal servant.

Mr. Norris told Ed and I later that the Strauchan's were almost the leading family in the conspiracy to have us both removed from the school. By not reporting this violation to the fbs but instead the school agreeing to deal with it, in house, meant that one of our main opponents was removed. It left our position a bit safer. Mr. Riley and Mr. Norris now had ammunition over the Strauchan's that would keep them quite and off the removal from school bandwagon.

What about Jack you ask?

Wednesday morning first period he and I were called out of class and ordered to attend Mr. Riley's office. When we knocked and entered there within the room were Mr. Riley, Mr. Norris, Mr. and Mrs. Strauchan and Mr. Lindrum.

Too Jack's total humiliation and embarrassment he was ordered by his own father to strip naked before the assembled adults and me. He complained bitterly that he was not a slave and would not be treated like one, however his pleas fell on deaf ears. His father informing him that he was lucky that his actions were not being reported to the Federal Bureau of Servitude, for if they had been, he would have ended up a servant for ten to fifteen years, if not more. His dad told him to keep quite and take his punishment as this way it was only temporary servitude and he would be free again in three months.

I was ordered to assist Mr. Lindrum in stripping Jack as he was still refusing to undress. Stripping Jack was awesome revenge for me. He was totally broken by this event; the tears were streaming down his face as Mr. Lindrum held him and I removed first his black school shoes, then his grey socks, his dark green blazer, green and gold striped tie, grey trousers, white shirt, watch and finally his blue Calvin Klein boxers to reveal his erect, uncut penis and a smallish patch of pubes. The fact that his mother and father were there watching him being undressed and then seeing his naked body seemed to add greatly to his humiliation. I am guessing that this was the first time he had been naked in front of them for quite a few years.

Once totally naked he was ordered to bend over Mr. Riley's desk and suffered his first caning of five strokes as a servant from Mr. Lindrum.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. The plan of Ed and me had turned fully into fruition with a great result as far as we were concerned.

I was appointed by Mr. Riley as Jack's senior servant and ordered to take charge of him. I was allowed to place the newdd collar around his neck and when instructed by Mr. Lindrum I ordered him to redress. phs had a strict rule that in school time newdd's remained dressed. The thought was that total nudity would be too much of a distraction.

I took Jack back to our classroom and when he re-entered the class it was immediately plain for all my classmates to see that he was now a pink collars. The look on the face of some of his close friends who until this moment had looked up to him was priceless. Amusement, contempt, indifference, all these looks were present but no one looked at him with admiration anymore.

Then and there he had to move to the back of the room and sit next to me. Marcus was made to move into Jack's old seat much to his and my disappointment. Jack and I didn't talk as we sat next to each other and I could feel the heat of his rage as he sat there sullenly next to me.

By recess he was the butt of many a joke and a lot of ridicule. He was quickly learning what it was like to be a slave. Most of the students took great joy in treating him like he had treated me. His best buddy cronies deserted him during his newdd servitude; I mean who wants to hang out with a looser?

Unlike the few other temporary servants who had passed through the trial in the months previous, who had lived at home whilst they served their time, the seriousness of Jack's behaviour meant that Jack was also forced to move in to Mr. Norris's house for the duration of his servitude.

Thankfully he got the spare room, as I didn't want to have to share a room with him. We did have to do house work together and he was a hopeless case at first. He obviously had an easy life at home just like I had had. I showed him how to iron, wash and clean. With Mr. Norris always being around as I think he could sense the potential for trouble, Jack had to suffer the indignity of his labours in silence and often in the nude to confirm to his newdd status. He hated the fact that I was his senior servant and thus his overseer.

The first nights shower inspection was awesome and Ed and I took great delight in shaving Jack. He was unfortunately not that well endowered even for a fifteen-year-old. Maybe five inches [12½cm] erect, just average but his uncut penis looked better once Ed and I shaved off his smallish patch of silky pubes. I would say he had only started puberty fairly late as his armpits showed only four or five hairs and there was no arse, leg, chest or happy trail hair yet.

Jack remained in newdd servitude for the whole three months as indicated by his father and Mr. Riley. We seldom spoke during that whole time except about servants duties and when he was released from newdd servitude he just kept away from me and basically every one else. He spent the rest of his time at phs as a bit of a loner. His former friends sort of gravitated back to him but his reduced status in his friend's eyes as a former newdd resulted in him being mush less prominent and assertive within his own group.

We still hated each other but now we both stayed deliberately out of each others way.

I often wondered what his personal slave thought of all this and what happened when Jack finally returned home. I would like to have been a fly on the wall to see the interaction between the slave and his master the former newdd.

15
Nothing but a Modest Servant

Though I was now old enough to be legally fucked, Mr. Norris was not going to take my cherry, at least not yet, me being a student at his school and in his eyes a definite conflict of interest existed between his role as my master and his duty of care as a teacher and educator to me, then there was the issue of his Christian beliefs as well.

Marcus and I discussed again whether we would go this step further in our relationship but were still shy and uncertain about making this ultimate sexual commitment.

Ed was in his last year of school, 12th grade. Both Ed and I were all on tender hooks as to what the completion of his schooling would mean to our continued existence together as slaves. Nothing had been said about what Ed would be doing once he was finished as a student at phs. He wanted to go to College and study Pharmacy, Mr. Norris and Mr. Riley knew this but they had never discussed if this was an option for a indentured slave. I know both Ed and I felt that it was not. You never ever heard of a slave of any type going to University. Slaves were for the menial labours; freemen were always used in the better jobs.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in late November of my second year in servitude that I was called to go to Mr. Riley's office. I was really nervous as I took the long walk down the corridors of the school from my classroom to the Administration building. Whenever I got a call to the Headmasters office it was invariably bad news.

I reported to Mr. Riley's secretary who told me to go straight in. I knocked on the Headmasters office door and to my surprise it was opened by Ed. Inside apart from Ed were my mother, Mr. Vanderbilt, Mr. Norris, Mr. Riley and to my horror mums solicitor Mr. Holt. It was Mr. Holt who had carried out the court order to have us placed into servitude. I had not seen him since that fateful day in March last year. I felt a flush of anger at seeing him but this was soon surmounted by a cold stabbing pain of fear that tore deep at my soul. Why was he here, it could only be more bad news.

Soon there was another knock at the door and when Ed opened it, there stood Jim.

He looked equally shocked.

I glanced over at Ed with a questioning look. He just shrugged his shoulders. My mind was thinking that mum was going to place Jim into servitude as well.

Mr. Riley spoke first, "Boys, I have called the three of you in here because your mother has some very important news that will affect you all. She has particularly requested a special appointment so that she can to tell you face to face. Even though two of you are indentured servants to this school and not technically entitled to special privileges like unscheduled visits awarded free citizens like your brother Jim. I have always allowed your mother access to you whenever she has requested it, today will be no different."

That last comment burned deep. I hated being treated differently to my younger brother just because we had the misfortune of being indentured to support him through school. Maybe that status was about to change to restore us all to the same level I thought, even if that level was as a slave.

Mum rose from her chair and looking at the three of us said, "Boys the last eighteen months have been very hard. On both you and I, however through that time I have found in Walter Vanderbilt our old family friend the companion and comforter I needed to pull me through the depressing days that followed your father's sad demise.

Boys, Mr. Vanderbilt has asked me to marry him and I have accepted. Walter has no family and very truthfully admits that he does not want a family. He does not like being around children or teenagers. Now this was a problem, which we discussed openly and very frankly. I have, as your mother always taken the course of action I believed was best for you at that time. I now believe after Walter's kind offer to marry me and his equally generous offer towards you three boys that the following decision is in your best interests.

Mr. Vanderbilt has kindly offered, Edward and Thomas, to pay out your indenture agreement to the school and thus restore you to free citizen status."

All three of us gasped and went to speak but mum held up her hand to signal silence and went on to say "He will also set up a trust fund to be administered by myself, Mr. Riley, Mr. Norris and Walter to ensure that all three of you can complete school and progress onto College or other pursuits if you so wish.

As part of Walter's offer to set up this trust fund is based on his desire not to inherit a teenage family and after long talks with Mr. Riley and especially with Mr. Norris, I will be signing documents to be filed in court that place you all up for adoption."

Again we gasped but this time in fear. Mum again raised her hand to silence us and said, "Before you panic too much boys I must inform you that Mr. Norris has asked that he be allowed to become your legal parent and guardian under this adoption application. I have agreed to this."

She sat back down and looked at us. All three of us were too stunned at all this news and did nothing initially.

"Well," Mr. Norris said, "Is the thought of having me as your legal parent such bad news that you can't even speak?"

Ed began to say how pleased he was about this but I finally had taken it all in and I raced over to Mr. Norris and gave him the biggest possible hug and a real slobbery kiss. I was so happy that I again in my usual way when my emotions get charged up began to cry, tears of utter happiness flooding down my cheeks. Ed came over when he saw this and joined the hug. Jim hadn't been a part of our bonding process with Mr. Norris and stood back but even he looked happy.

Finally Ed turned to mum and said, "Mum it's not that we don't love you, we do, but over these last eighteen months or so we have developed a special affection for Mr. Norris. He has been so caring and compassionate to us. A totally moral and good master, we have come to love him in a special type of way. Thank you mum for doing this for us. I know it was a hard decision for you. Thank you also Mr. Vanderbilt for being so honest to mum about your feelings and for providing such a satisfactory solution to this awkward situation."

Mr. Holt then rose from his chair and said, "Edward Raymond Carter IV and Thomas John Carter, I, as a duly sworn lawyer, do hereby confirm that Chief Judge George Unwin of the 5th Circuit of the U.S. District Court has duly authorised and approved your mother, Joanna Delores Carter's request that you both be released from indentured civil domestic servitude for the remaining period of your original fifteen years, commensurate with and upon the payment made to and received and receipted at 10.45am by a duly appointed officer of the District Court office at the United States Courthouse Eastbrook, this morning. I do thus by the power authorised to me on the authority of the District Court restore to you of all the rights and privileges accorded a free citizen as of (and again he looked at his watch) 2.13pm, today, November 23rd."

Mr. Norris walked over to Ed and he appeared to touch Ed's servants collar. I heard a soft click as a key turned in the lock and he removed the collar with his hands. Ed immediately reached for and rubbed his neck, tears welling in his eyes. I didn't even have to wait till Mr. Norris did the same to me, the emotional build up was too great, and the tears were again flowing down my face. The moment I had dreamed of but honestly thought would not occur for thirteen and a half more years had arrived. My collar was soon removed I was free again.

There was much hugging and joy in Mr. Riley's office that afternoon. I cannot describe to you the feelings when you are restored to freedom.

Never take your rights and freedoms for granted as I did. It is only when you loose those rights that you realise what great privileges you once had. The frustrations, humiliation and pain I had suffered during those twenty months in servitude would change me forever. Many of you reading this account of my early life would say that that change was for the better and guess what? In hindsight I would probably agree with you.

I had become a better person; I now appreciated hard work and the rewards of that labour. More importantly I had found a loving parent in David Norris. I had also found Marcus and the joys of a gay relationship. None of these things would have happened if I had not been indentured into servitude.

However there is something wrong with removing a person's freedom for no reason but a human whim. Criminals have to be locked away if a danger to the community and non-dangerous criminals it can be argued serve a useful purpose to the community in public servitude. It is the loss of basic human rights that servitude brings that is it's biggest problem.

Modern civilisation is based on the rule of law. Servitude removes the Owner, the Master, the Overseer of the servants from many of the obligations that the law imposes upon normal citizens. With no such restraints of the rule of law, they take the liberties granted and the treatment of the servant suffers commensurably.

Eventually after many happy and emotional minutes the three of us were asked to leave and head over to Mr. Norris's house and wait whilst the adults discussed some final arrangements about our adoption and trust fund.

It was a funny feeling walking back to Mr. Norris's residence after we left the adults. The euphoria at being set free was short lived. I now had a funny empty feeling within me. I couldn't place that feeling as we walked together back to the house.

Once back at Mr. Norris's house, I continued to feel strange. Something more than my collar was missing, I actually felt that part of me had gone with the removal of my collar. I sat there looking at Ed and Jim and they were looking at me. I decided in my mind what was missing.

I stood up went into my bedroom, changed into my sports uniform and began my usual household duties. Both Ed and Jim looked at me in surprise. "You don't have to do that now Tom," Ed said.

I stoped and looked at Ed and Jim and said, "I know but I want too, I get one of my greatest fulfilments in life from serving Mr. Norris so I am going to continue to do what I used to do for him as long as possible. You know Ed and Jim regardless of what the law thinks of my status now; I think I truly am nothing but a modest servant."

16
FBS – Conclusion

He remained always my true love. Marcus became a lawyer and when he married at twenty six years of age a fellow solicitor whom he had met at his work I was heartbroken, however true to his negotiating skills he made sure before he committed to marry her that she knew all about our relationship and required that she freely allowed me to maintain safe sexual contact with Marcus.

As I write this recollection of my early life, Marcus is sitting next to me, his teenage kids are watching TV in the next room and we are a happy family. His wife, well not all stories have a happy ending, she found some one else a few years back, I think I was the cause of the marriages demise, she could no longer bear the stress of sharing Marcus with someone else and I think she also saw that his love for me was deeper than his love for her. I was Marcus's great comfort during that time of stress and depression as his marriage broke up.

His children now spend the majority of their time with their dad and call me Uncle Tom. They have grown up in a family with a healthy open-minded attitude to sex, heterosexuality, bi sexuality and homosexuality.

Mum and Mr. Vanderbilt are happy together. He has lots of wealth and they are constantly tripping around the world enjoying the lifestyle that mum has always enjoyed. She calls in occasionally to see me and we get together for family birthdays etc but she does not really approve of the fact that I am openly gay, living my life with another man.

Ed went on to complete a Pharmacy degree and moved overseas to Western Australia where he opened a Pharmacy just south of Perth and built on this till he owned a chain of stores around Perth. He is now a wealthy man living a totally heterosexual lifestyle in Western Australia. He married one of his staff that came to work for him in his first store and they have two boys and one daughter. He lost contact with Samantha after they both left phs. I saw her at her father; Mr. Riley's retirement dinner and we talked old times. She asked about Ed. She has never married and is now Principal of a Christian Girls School in Boston.

Ed and I occasionally get together when he visits the States and continue our gay relationship. When he is over from Perth he also gets together with Marcus and the three-way relationship we forged all those years ago at phs is still something all three of us enjoy and look forward too.

Ed and I enjoy a unique and very special relationship. I don't know if his wife suspects our sexual relationship, I suspect not as two brothers carrying on so, is still considered not proper or acceptable in the eyes of the vast majority of the community.

Those eighteen months in servitude changed our relationship forever and have forged a tight bond between us both. Though we see each other only occasionally due to the distances between Perth and Eastbrook, there is never a week that goes by where we do not talk on the phone and we email constantly.

Jim joined the Army after completing his studies at phs. He is now a Major in the Infantry and is currently based in Dubai. I see him at family functions when his postings allow but we never were as close as Ed and I became. He is married with one son and three daughters and now leads a totally heterosexual life style.

When I reached adulthood and completed my degree in Social Work majoring in Servant Behaviour, I joined the Federal Bureau of Servitude as a Sub Inspector and rose quickly through the ranks till today I am a Chief Superintendent, the youngest ever in the Bureau's history. I am almost the only officer with practical experience at being a servant. This has helped me greatly in being successful in this career and the prospects look good that I may go on in my later career and reach one of the exalted Director ranks, where I can begin to have great impact on the entire culture of the fbs.

Through my job role in the fbs I was eventually able to track down all my half brothers. Raymond was a personal slave to a widow from a wealthy suburb in Jackson, Mississippi. He was happy and well looked after when I found him. He was glad to see me but the passion had passed from our relationship and I was not in a financial position to do anything about his situation. He accepted this and thanked me for keeping my promise to him those many years ago. I also informed him about what I had learnt about his other half brothers.

About five years ago he contacted me. His mistress had passed away and in her will he was set free as was possible for a born slave. He asked for my protection as freed slaves were often caught up in complicated legal protocol; and sometimes found themselves back enslaved before they could support themselves with an income as a free citizen.

I ensured this did not happen. I put him in contact with his half brother Peter and found him a job. We meet for drinks and talk regularly but sex is no longer on our agenda.

Peter was a servant sex worker when I found him. He had had a number of owners since we were both sold at the same auction. The conditions he was working under at the brothel were illegal and I got great satisfaction in seeing the two brothel owners who had abused him, convicted and sent into servitude for twenty years. He went cheap at the subsequent auction of their assets and I bought him and set him free. I found him a job and have kept in touch with him. He is now married and has given me two beautiful nieces and a nephew.

Dean I found working in a servant labour gang which was doing contract work. When I had financially recovered from paying out for Peter I bought out Dean's contract and had him work for me whilst I was still living with Mr. Norris at phs.

When I moved in with Marcus I set him free to join his half brothers in the free world. He did not handle being free well. In fact he was soon asking me to place him in servitude again. He was born a servant and knew nothing different. I refused to indenture him again but he works for me still as a house servant and leads the lifestyle of a servant very contentedly. The only way you can tell, he is not a slave is that he no longer wears a collar. We have become very close and though Marcus gets a little jealous, Dean and I sometimes have some sexual activity. His years' working on labour gangs has made him very gay orientated. He loves me for what I did for him and tried to do for his brother Alex. He is totally dedicated these days to satisfying my needs and those of Marcus and his children.

When I obtained the records relating to Dean's brother Alex I discovered he had succumbed to a disease about three years before I had located him. The records indicated that when he could no longer perform the duties he had been performing as an indentured servant his owner had sold him to the organ bank and his healthy organs had been used to assist in saving the life of about eight free citizens. His records were terminated two weeks after he was admitted to the organ bank. For a while I blamed myself for not finding him earlier. It was not to be the last of my disappointments.

Only when I became a Chief Superintendent two years ago did I gain the security clearances necessary to access data relating to my father. Dad's file had been terminated when I was twenty-eight years old. The records showed he had died in his sleep. He had been a servant to a Mr. and Mrs. George Pleasance. I eventually made contact with them on the pretence of checking details on their current servants.

They never knew I was his son though I suspect they guessed. I found them to be of a similar mould to Mr. Norris. Their servants were part of a loving family and I learnt that dad had enjoyed a similar existence. Mr. Pleasance when questioned about my father freely told me that Eddy, as he called him had, had a tough period settling in but after a few severe beatings which Mr. Pleasance informed me he hated doing but which he felt were necessary to make, Eddy realise that he could have a good life with them.

Mr. Pleasance knew of Eddy's background and told me that Eddy also soon realised that his life as a servant at the Pleasance house was very stress free if he did his duties properly. Mr. Pleasance informed me that Eddy had told him in later years that being a servant to him and his wife were so much better than being the Chief Executive of a large corporation. Eddy had told Mr. Pleasance that he deserved his enslavement. Eddy had realised after a while as a slave that he was not cut out to manage a large company and had failed in his duty of care.

This shocked me a bit but I tried to hide my reaction.

When Eddy came to this realisation he apparently became a first class slave. Mr. Pleasance even showed me Eddy's certificates from several years of State Servants Review appraisals where he consistently gained highly commended awards. Mr. Pleasance said his eldest son found Eddy one morning dead in his bed, when the family wondered why he was not there in the morning doing his usual early morning duties. The medical report said he died of heart failure due to natural causes.

I found it really hard to hold in my emotions when Mrs. Pleasance took me out the back of their property, to her rose garden and showed me where they had spread Eddy's ashes. There standing proud was a vigorous red rose with a polished and well-kept metal plaque Eddy, proudly displayed before it.

I think this is when they guessed my true relationship to Eddy. I struggled to hold in my emotions. I stood there remembering the last time I ever saw my father alive. It was when dad was taken from the courtroom where he had just been sentenced, down to the cells below and he glanced back at me as he descended the steps. I remembered like it was yesterday our eyes briefly meeting and I prayed again as I stood there at his grave that he saw in my eyes, my love. I hope and pray he did and that it gave him some strength to endure his life of servitude.

I lived at phs with Mr. Norris right through my college years, as did Ed and Jim. Mr. Norris went on to succeed Mr. Riley as Headmaster when Mr. Riley retired. When I could, even after I started working for the fbs, I would do as many of the servant's duties around the house for Mr. Norris as I could. There really wasn't that much to be done as all the work was done by other young servants who Mr. Norris took under his wing and pushed through school just like they had done with Ed and I. Mr. Norris replaced me after I finished at phs and he has continued this practise right up until the present.

It was when Marcus was alone with his children in their big house after his divorce and Mr. Norris was due to move into the Headmaster's residence that I took the opportunity to fully break from my slave past.

David Norris was and still is the dearest thing to me apart from Marcus. After I finished at phs the relation ship between David and myself moved on and into other realms.

What these realms were I care not to discuss here as David is still the Headmaster at phs and they would be inappropriate to discuss openly whilst he still teaches.

He now lives in the Headmaster's residence at phs, which is not far from where I now live with Marcus. I see him very regularly and he is very good to Marcus's children all of whom attend phs. He treats them as if they are my children and thus his grandchildren.

No one was more pleased that I choose to join the Federal Bureau of Servitude than Mrs. Blackmoore. She was my mentor in my early years at the Bureau until she retired as a Chief Inspector. She is enormously proud that I have already surpassed that rank with many years of my career remaining. We email occasionally and I see her, I have to confess, not as regularly as I should. She has retired to Sarasota in Florida and the distance hinders much face-to- face contact.

Jack Strauchan passed out of my life for a long time after I left phs. But even before that in my senior years as a freeman again at the school, the mould had been set. I hated him and he hated me. We kept a civil distance after his newdd servitude. Our paths have crossed again in recent years but that however is another story and if, as Marcus is urging, I begin to write the chronicles of my experiences as an officer of the fbs then you may hear all about that meeting and it's results some time in the future.

What do I think of slavery now?

For some it is the best thing that can happen to them. The trouble with slavery is that some masters abuse their powers and degenerate into immoral tyrants and thugs and some slaves cheat and trick their masters out of their rightful rewards and dues.

Even if I could I do not think I would abolish slavery. However I am determined to follow David Norris's example and try to make the best possible existence for a slave to serve, even the most modest of slaves.

The End